Saturday, April 28, 2012

Let there be bibs!

There is a lot to be said about a good bib. Yep, Im going there.
 I've seen some pretty cool ones at those mummy made markets sprouting up all over the place. Like the bandana bib, how cool is that? Suddenly they are a fashion statement, instead of being the place that collects dribbly bits of mushy food missed by the mouth. Being savvy about all things homemade I decided to give the good ol' bib a crack on the sewing machine.
So i bought this book.

I opened it up to the beginning and straight away, began ear marking all the things to make for our girls. There are a lot of rubbish sewing books out there that spruik great things but once you get past the gloss of the fancy photographs that lie inside, all that is left is a pack of poorly written patterns. This book is not one of those and I loved it. Already having made a few nice, pretty things from it, it gets a big fat thumbs up from me.
So here is what I came up with.

A little raw edge applique ready to catch any pesky bits of 'narna' that might come flying its way. Complete with authentic baby smudge of camera lense. Just keeping it real.

We're messy people, and messy people need bibs. A few of these wouldnt go astray on me.

And my favourite.
I didnt know, all those years ago when I was childless and travelling that future me would have a favourite bib. But i do, so there you go. The binding was a little tricky to get around the edges but really, its a bib. It does the job.

And I guess what Im alluding to in my post about bibs, is really just trying to find something to bang on about. Am i writing for a reader? Or am i writing for myself? Why am I writing?
This blogging caper has been on my wishlist for quite awhile. Years even. And even now, as Im about to publish post number three. About bloomin' bibs. I have no idea what I am doing. 
I had been thinking all day to myself about what I could write and all I could come up with was some schmicko crafting I did a few months back. I guess the hard yards are ahead of me and Im ready for that, but I look forward to the day when words come freely and I can relax a little about my content. I just want to be myself, record a little of our family happenings and record this crazy time where I will forever be known as washer woman, kitchen lady and a crafty schmafty minx. But a pretty bib on a sweet baby does make me smile.

Friday, April 27, 2012

The Baby Kina.

Inspired to knit by  Retromummy, my first little Baby Kina is complete and isnt she a beauty?

 I love it. Country Road, eat your heart out. This one is for little sister of the house and just in time for the cool air of Autumn.

     Pattern is available here on Ravelry

For this project I used a 3.25mm needle for the yoke and 4.00mm for the body and the great thing is, the whole design is seamless! Yes! No sewing up dodgy seams for me.

             This little Kina was knit with Rowan 'Calmer' which is a gorgeous cotton blend.

Perfect for little girls.
Raveled Here.

Joiing in the linky fun at And Sew We Craft.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

The start.

Ah the musings of crafty little mother. Well here we are at the very beginning... a very good place to start.

Having admired blogs from afar for many a year, the time has come for me to record my own little world here in the blogosphere. So here i am. De-lurking.
What shall come of it? Im not too sure. Maybe I have missed the boat in blogging, but maybe not.

This little space will host the thoughts of one stay at home mum, yours truly, who should do way more parenting and much less crafting. What makes me happy each day, other than spending it with my two little girls, is finding things that bring me joy and doing that. Often.
Like clean sheets.
And nap times.

What started as a suprise pregnancy, early twenties and mid travels with then boyfriend, has blossomed into one charmed life with a husband and two delightful girls. A family. That was us, back in October 2008, travelling and living in Banff, Canada with thousands of other Aussie expats all who had one prerogative in mind.
Stay out late to party, Get up early to ski. Sleep optional.

If only I could go back to 2008 self and slap her and say sleep ya bugger, sleep while you can! My name is Angie. Middle name... Tired.

With my mouth hanging open staring at the two pink lines of a pregnancy test, my world as I knew it changed. I would be linked forever to the man I loved and he with me. We came home to Oz, we had a baby, we started again. And in 2012, here we are married, like real grown-ups, joined by baby sister and embarking on a new adventure. The Apprenticeship. And starting again, see a theme? 

Life is sweet. And along the way I have taught myself a few things. Like patience, and perserverance and knitting. Who knew the girl from the Gong, with big hopes and travelling dreams, would be at her happiest amongst nappies and knitting needles.


Im sure my thoughts sound much cooler in my head but Im here to share them anyway.
Welcome Y'all.