A Little Piece of String


Every year I make something for the girls for Christmas. I was planning on making them some warm flannel pyjamas but those little stinkers learned to sew and started running those pyjama bottoms through the machine like they were seasoned pros in a sweat shop.

I had to up the ante.

With some inspiration from this magazine, the perfect cotton/linen blend yarn from Fibre Fixation (I am in love with this yarn. It's soft and it holds it's shape really well.) and McCall's pattern 6098 I was well on my way.

My projects usually run something like this: make a mock up, rip it out, resize, resew and repeat. Sometimes there a few too many repeats. This one was so different. I wish I knew how it happened because I would like to be able to do it this way more often. No mock up, no ripping out, one initial resize, sewing, done. Okay, maybe it was a little more complicated than that but it still came together without a hitch. With about 24 hours to spare, it was a really lucky thing.

I watched the girls for a few days taking note of which t-shirts fit them the best and then used those to take the measurements. I graded the pattern down quite a few sizes to match up with the measurements but kept the length. I ended up using cotton sheeting for the nighties themselves. When all was said and done someone asked if I had used vintage sheets. I'm kicking myself that I didn't think of it. I just bought the material at the local fabric store.

I did a little sketch for the crochet section and then did up a test piece. I tweaked the design and then sent it through the wash because I knew there would be some shrinkage. Once I had the shrinkage factor, I did the math for the final pieces. The yarn and the crochet hook are teeny tiny but they went together surprisingly fast. Then I ran them through the wash, ironed them out, sewed them on and laced up the backs.

I will forever be amazed at what can be done with a little piece of string and a crochet hook. I love how they turned out. I might just have to make one for myself. I certainly have enough yarn left over.



I recently tried to find a photograph of the girls all together that I would have taken in the last year. I used to make a point of taking at least one of those every few months. Well, it turns out that last year I didn't make much of an effort because I did not have one picture like that. Not one.

Last year was also the year I didn't take a picture every day. There's nothing saying that if I had taken a picture every day I would have the photo of the girls I was hoping to find but there would have been a much better chance. And when I look back at my last 365, I took a lot of great pictures that I never would have taken otherwise. But the last 365 left me feeling a little burnt out. I wasn't excited about taking pictures anymore. The things that seemed worthy of a photograph felt all too familiar. Like I had already taken pictures of them so why pull out the camera.

Near the end of the year I was thinking about photography more and more. I still didn't pick the camera up and take any pictures but I was thinking about it more. That all changed when my new lens arrived. I wanted to take pictures again. And I was doing it for the fun of it. I could see how much of the past year I had missed and would never get back and I started to snap the kinds of pictures I wished I had taken.

All of these things have collided and I am now on a new 365. I started on January 1. I can already tell you that I haven't taken a picture every day. Some days were just too busy. This is real life after all. But I do wake up every day knowing that I need to take a picture. My eyes are always on the lookout. This time I seem to be more tuned into taking pictures of my everyday life. More pictures of the girls and our home and how I want to remember them in ten, twenty, fifty years from now. They might not be award winning shots but I can see now that it's not the point.


Lettering Workshop

I have a lettering obsession. Maybe it's not an obsession exactly. Maybe it's more of a compulsion. Yes. I have a compulsion to letter. I'll letter anything and everything that could benefit (or not) from a little dressing up. It's such an easy way to add a little beauty to everyday things. You can see some of my handiwork at the bottom of this post. And what better way to add more of it to the world than to share it with others? So on Monday, February 11 I will be hosting a workshop at the Makery. We’ll be getting out the paints, inks, pens and brushes and then we'll letter away. I would love to see you there so if this sounds like the perfect way to spend a Monday night just give the Makery a shout to sign up. You can click here for all of the information.


Favourite Days

The days leading up to Christmas are some of my favourite days of the year.

Secret presents are in the midst of creation. The doors are closed. The air is full of conspiratorial whispers.
Shouts of NO!Don'tcomeinhere! ring through the house. And the glances that hint at the secrets shared with some but not with others are seen from time to time.

I was a target of a few of these secret afternoons. Emily monogrammed towels for the entire family. Geneva made me a felted coaster. She must know how much I love to have toast with my tea. And Agatha made me a beautiful set of earrings. There's nothing like the gift of handmade from the creative minds of those three cuties.


Yarn Fetish

Despite my love for knitting I don't have a yarn fetish. I don't hoard balls of yarn and I don't have a stash. I do, however, have a dog with a yarn fetish. She seems powerless to the draw of a ball of yarn. The faintest hint of sheep and she is gone. Handmade and store-bought bear no distinction for that one. Balls of unopened yarn, mittens, sweaters, hats, finished, unfinished. It doesn't seem to matter. But it turns out that pom poms are the mother of all finds for a yarn obsessed canine. It must feel like floss between her teeth and unlike most people, the thought of flossing sends her into a tizzy and she must, must, get a hold of that yarn. She attacks and pulls each fibre shaking it loose from her steely jaws again and again until the satisfaction of having totally destroyed and distributed the fibres to the four corners of the room leaves her exhausted and totally satisfied. Agatha's beloved hat was the find of the century. Three pom poms in one location. Woohooo! Luckily we have become experts in the art of pom pom repair. Everything is back to normal but that dog is a ticking time bomb. There's no telling what her next target will be.

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