tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62732749483843787412024-03-14T06:39:28.391+11:00threadsforeviethreadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-33835806453183668822012-03-19T22:10:00.003+11:002012-03-19T22:14:58.362+11:00Does busy breed busy?I started a new job today and in a fit of (semi) organisation, my partner and I managed to get the kids to childcare, ourselves to work on time, one child to doctor, delicious (and new) recipe made for dinner, trivia for the Mr, kids to eat dinner, picked up some papers from our neighbours, organised a talk for a seminar I'm doing tomorrow, some more paid work I'm doing on the side for another client and a blog post. <div>So, I've reflected on some mums I know who are super mums. The kind of mums who get thrown curve balls all the time and so gracefully manage to deal with everything that comes their way. And I think I've decided that busy-ness breeds more busy-ness. These mums seem to add more and more to their growing to-do lists and they get everything done, they are satisfied and content and their children are happy and see that giving back to their community and friendship group is a rewarding thing to invest time into.</div><div>I'll see how tomorrow goes but I might try for a week of busy and see how I feel at the end of it!</div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-9135924123136455652011-06-24T22:57:00.001+10:002011-06-24T22:58:57.244+10:00Giving craftThis is something that I've grappled with a lot recently. <div>Found a blog post from <a href="http://foxslane.blogspot.com/2011/06/made-with-love.html">another</a> which really sums it up for me. Don't forget to read the comments too.</div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-29848943727587119932011-06-17T20:59:00.002+10:002011-06-17T21:03:00.817+10:00Past days<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I started this blog, I had a list on the sidebar of things that happened each day. I liked re-reading over this but got sick of it clogging the side bar. This post archives all those days. Most passed in a fog when the littlest boy was a babe in my arms.</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">_______<br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Watched the last episode of West Wing</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />Zoo<br /><br />February already<br /><br />Museum<br /><br />Australia Day<br /><br />In a bad mood<br /><br />Two sleepers<br /><br />Considering a move to Iceland<br /><br />It's too hot to have a laptop on my lap<br /><br />Bang noodles<br /><br />Scorcher<br /><br />I like the word yikes<br /><br />6am on a Saturday is just plain rude<br /><br />Facebook you are a time waster<br /><br />Exercise? Or no?<br /><br />Rockin' the suburbs<br /><br />I'm on the B list<br /><br />Short sleeves<br /><br />Windy<br /><br />Bringin' home the bacon<br /><br />Office politics<br /><br />Mamma Mia!<br /><br />Going on a date with the Mr!<br /><br />Sunshine outside, cold inside<br /><br />Ants are back!?<br /><br />Kisses, kisses, kisses<br /><br />The house is quiet<br /><br />I have wheels - yipee!<br /><br />The Mr is back!<br /><br />Birthday party in the park<br /><br />Borax...please work<br /><br />Beware! Crazy woman with talcum powder on the loose<br /><br />Pumpkin and fetta. Yummm<br /><br />It's business as usual<br /><br />I've eaten 3 blood oranges and 3 passionfruits<br /><br />Has lasted for about 36 hours<br /><br />Was so much fun<br /><br />It is sunny!<br /><br />I wish I was knocking out some zzzzz's<br /><br />I'd like to feed the bub<br /><br />I'd rather be in a chamber of silence<br /><br /></span></span></span><br /></div></div></div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-34782392839705540942011-06-13T19:15:00.006+10:002011-06-13T19:48:46.346+10:00Hiatus...over?So...it's 2011. And no post. I've tried a few different strategies to get me motivated but nothing has done the trick. You see, I really <i>like</i> blogging. I do. So why don't I do it?<div>I don't know.</div><div>This year, the Mr and I decided that we wouldn't 'do' New Years resolutions and to my surprise he suggested a monthly resolution. Now this is much more of a commitment - yes? </div><div>We tried it in January. The rules were simple - think of a few things that we've been wanting to get done for ages and write them on the calendar. All sorts of things made it to the list. Here's a sample of January:</div><div>* finish building the drawers in the kitchen</div><div>* put the baby clothes away</div><div>* order a TV bracket for the big arse TV that Mr bought</div><div>* find a way to get the kids in bed (and possibly asleep) by 8.30pm</div><div>* change phone companies</div><div>So you see, nothing major but every single thing on this list made a big difference. We'd been talking about changing phone providers for 7 months! And it took about an hour to actually action. </div><div>January got a big tick. So did Feb, March, April and May. We have been a bit slack with June but still have 17 days to change that.</div><div>You might be wondering what made me hit 'New Post' and actually pen this entry? I have two boys (4 and 20 months) and they LOVE cars. They love to watch cars drive up our street, cars on a highway, cars parked, cars being towed. You get the picture.</div><div>They will flip out when they see this:</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MfDc-ClZCCU" width="640"></iframe></div><br /><a href="http://www.nuffnang.com.au/blog/2011/06/03/disneypixar-cars-2-competition-win-a-family-pass-to-see-disneypixar-cars-2/#comments">Nuffnang</a> have an awesome promo where they are sending bloggers free family passes to see Cars 2. And this is the thing that got me back to the blog. I really want to take my boys to see this movie but movies are expensive these days! We've just had a huge party for Mr 4 which involved obscene amounts of Lego, my 30th, the car rego x 2 and insurance renewals. June is always a hard month financially.<div>I loved the original movie. It is probably the only kids movie I have seen that doesn't have scary bits. So it is great to pop on for Mr 4 while I put the little one down to sleep at lunchtime. The boys have lots of the cars die cast cars which have been favourites for a long time. Who knows how much Cars 2 merch will find its way into this house?!</div><div>The plot looks a little deeper than the first movie and perhaps it will have a few scary bits....once we see the movie I'll report back!</div><div>Thanks for reading this far and I look forward to writing more posts soon!</div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-65622246543008843352010-09-06T15:20:00.003+10:002010-09-06T15:29:07.217+10:00Small town, big heartWe just returned from a week away in Phillip Island. I went there with my parents when I was younger but can't remember much (strangely I remember that Mum bought a Gucci t-shirt...). This time, the Mr and I took the boys. We hired a house and two other families joined us for a few days. It was chaotic at times but a brilliant thing to do - all the little boys (5!) had such fun climbing up sand piles, looking in rock pools and generally just mucking around.<br />After the other families left we had some rainy days where we layed low and I went into town with #1 and visited the <a href="http://www.cwaa.org.au/">CWA</a> shop. Two lovely older ladies were knitting and crocheting while I looked around. #1 proudly showed them the contents of his backpack and started a long detailed explaination of just how much he loves Lightening McQueen. When the conversation started to die (the ladies clearly were not well aquainted with Lightening), #1 began to tell them how he helps mummy with knitting and terial (material). And sometimes he and mum do cooking together and we make yummy pancakes. And then he proudly announced, I love knitting.<br />So cute. It made me realise that those moments during the day when you share something with them - let them have a go of the knitting needles or a press of the sewing machine button - it's those times that they cherish more than I realise.<br />Later in the day he said to me, 'Mum, I like those girls.'<br />'Which girls?' I said.<br />'You know, those nice girls in the knitting shop.'<br />I bet they'd love to know that he called them 'girls'!!threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-80115676650282476002010-08-26T16:19:00.002+10:002010-08-26T16:31:07.213+10:00Division of responsibilities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNjS6MwrD6ahIciwlDp063FF-28cU6OAkq0axaE_I74Nwz1mK0jDfJR8PmCx8xEc9qx9DZL7MrzY_m3rOrleOD6laJvWE1zXgPLDWu6AaOhtu_1kTlRQZrSgii0PXZMlyWa8OtNmfVnef/s1600/Doc1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509599419010776274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNjS6MwrD6ahIciwlDp063FF-28cU6OAkq0axaE_I74Nwz1mK0jDfJR8PmCx8xEc9qx9DZL7MrzY_m3rOrleOD6laJvWE1zXgPLDWu6AaOhtu_1kTlRQZrSgii0PXZMlyWa8OtNmfVnef/s320/Doc1.jpg" /></a><br /><div>It's funny how the jobs are divided up within a family. We are going away on a holiday tomorrow and it got me thinking about who does what in this household.</div><div>I definately take care of the lists. I like lists. I look after the food (generally) and the social calendar (who am I kidding...that should have said, the <em>kids</em> social calendar).</div><div>Packing is the Mr's domain and he is so good at it. If packing were a game show or a reality TV show - well - we could be millionaires. He can fit pretty much anything anywhere. His golden rule is that he MUST have everything in one place before the packing commences. Nothing frustrates him more than someone (ok, me) saying 'Oh, here is another saucepan for the dishwasher.'</div><div>So that brings us to other household jobs: tidying (me), hardcore cleaning (him), changing lightbulbs (him), setting mousetraps (him), shopping list (me), remembering things like pyjama day at childcare (me), sewing (me), washing (both), nappies (both), making the peppermint tea once the kids are in bed (him), cracking the Tim Tams open (me). </div><div>Grocery shopping (me), Bunnings (him), outside stuff (him), paying bills (me), putting out the rubbish (both), remembering birthdays (me), writing letter to (his) grandma (me), writing on the birthday and christmas cards (me and this is a commitment that he believes was written into our wedding vows), figuring out how things work (him), map reading (him), driving (both), making appointments (me), choosing the music (him - he always makes the best music choices).</div><div>Turns out that for the most part I suppose we are pretty traditional.</div><div>Love that I'm really happy with him doing his jobs and I think he's pretty happy with me doing mine. Meant to be.</div><div> </div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-71470951052494703842010-07-31T16:25:00.001+10:002010-07-28T16:28:26.012+10:00<p> </p>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-32381289915372696802010-07-23T12:14:00.000+10:002010-07-23T12:14:00.611+10:00Sleeping babeRecently, #1 had a nasty fall and his chin was pretty badly hurt. We needed to put special antibiotic cream on the wound but of course, how do you do that to a 3 year old. He would not let me near it. So I put the cream on after he'd fallen asleep. It was a very sweet moment in time.<br /><br />There is almost nothing I love more than watching my boys sleep. There is something so amazing about children when they are asleep. So peaceful. So innocent.<br /><br />It reminds me of a time when they were just newborn babes in my arms. That feels like so long ago.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-36649560644857010602010-07-22T15:42:00.004+10:002010-07-22T15:47:29.269+10:00Putting pen to paperAlthough you'd never know it, I actually write blog posts in my head daily. However, it seems that they rarely get beyond my mind and actually posted onto my blog. Sometimes that gets me down. I think that I'd love to post more frequently but it seems I don't often have everything in one place - the camera might be elsewhere, the picture might not have been taken, the camera cable misplaced, the big boy wanting to watch Thomas on the laptop, the dinner not made....things just get in the way sometimes. So I got to thinking today that if I just didn't worry so much about posting images, more posts might actually make it to the blog.<br />But a picture says 1000 words and posts without pics aren't always that interesting or inspiring. I love looking at other people's beautiful blogs. But I figure that I'd rather have a post up, a thought out of my head and actually <em>documented</em> than not. So you know what? This is my blog and I can do whatever I please with it.<br />So I'm going to.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-8524944200107055552010-06-19T20:53:00.002+10:002010-06-19T20:55:38.024+10:00Pretty rainbow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8ygFNXfjgf1i26rjp-Ke2UNqiEGqRjUI0dJ0JoMPyrPQ6-GYuP1fHRkmBGvR_YjLqUdFRqFcKQoQHQtYuxb823Agd0WhS9qqQ6pWMsE57MwhO4w9w8RoIoUbHwUXkJJIy2TDRdbhRa4f/s1600/rainbow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484436527812721714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW8ygFNXfjgf1i26rjp-Ke2UNqiEGqRjUI0dJ0JoMPyrPQ6-GYuP1fHRkmBGvR_YjLqUdFRqFcKQoQHQtYuxb823Agd0WhS9qqQ6pWMsE57MwhO4w9w8RoIoUbHwUXkJJIy2TDRdbhRa4f/s320/rainbow.jpg" /></a>I meant to post this pic ages ago. Discovered it again when I was downloading the memory card. On this day, there were three rainbows above our house - this was the clearest one.<br />I love rainbows.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-34178221929217599852010-06-08T15:19:00.003+10:002010-06-08T15:28:25.227+10:00Tape<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uGuzOhR7m3QD_z-qPNFVwpAedJwzHqMfTqzlIpSo0CJZWwcs9q4gok3c0oAzAfsAoBZ9akrTREPfhSR0CG8r8C9vt7mcdt47EYuJwC8eDAHVzgX1MK0FVliXMV7ezq41_dGyB9JF_Upj/s1600/sticky+tape.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480268444394402354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4uGuzOhR7m3QD_z-qPNFVwpAedJwzHqMfTqzlIpSo0CJZWwcs9q4gok3c0oAzAfsAoBZ9akrTREPfhSR0CG8r8C9vt7mcdt47EYuJwC8eDAHVzgX1MK0FVliXMV7ezq41_dGyB9JF_Upj/s320/sticky+tape.jpg" /></a><em> <span style="font-size:78%;">image from notemaker.com.au</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Well, life got in the way of posting in May. We've had lots going on this past month...a new nephew, my birthday, my son's birthday, my sister's birthday and what seems like weeks of a household with at least 2 people sick - damn colds.</div><div align="left">I thought I'd share an image of the present my two little boys gave me for my birthday...a beautiful, beautiful sticky tape dispenser. Infact the most beautiful sticky tape dispenser I have ever seen. </div><div align="left">I saw this tape dispenser on <a href="http://www.notemaker.com.au/">NoteMaker</a> a while back and absolutely loved it. The Mr remembered and sneakily bought it for my birthday. Such a fitting gift to be given from my sons. #1 LOVES sticky tape. </div><div align="left">I keep telling him that I love the gift he gave me and he keeps insisting that he did not give me <a href="http://www.thomasandfriends.com/usa/Thomas.mvc/EngineDetail/Spencer">Spencer</a>. Still doesn't quite understand what <em>dispenser</em> means.... </div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-8192755308767407332010-04-22T22:16:00.005+10:002010-04-22T22:48:44.739+10:00Tutorial: easy ironing board cover<a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462934821003413746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjovAm4GZRETPNKiHfBgQDjOxJOc4PaE644weKe4G39anD1GKWrhVXjkAkol_oyMv7krJt8IYIDIpdwTwnz55WFObLQ2zyNW37hQFRSGBGTeu9evtbRFHeIszuzEcDoVLlPRyDFny73QV7K/s320/ironing+board.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p>As you can see, it has been a while between posts here on this little blog. So I thought I'd make this post a goodie.</p><p>Remember a while back I posted pics of our old <a href="http://threadsforevie.blogspot.com/2010/01/before.html">laundry</a>? Well it is now finished and looks brilliant (will post pics soon). I've been loving the new laundry and admire its beauty (and cupboards and bench space and concealed dirty clothes hamper) on a daily basis. </p><p>About a fortnight ago I was trying to decide where to store my ironing board - oh the decisions that one has to make!! I decided not to store in the laundry and then I realised that was a really dumb idea. The reason I didn't want to store it in the laundry was because it was ugly-ing up my lovely laundry.</p><p>So I decided to make a new cover for the ironing board. It will now look lovely in the new space.</p><p><strong>Here is where the craftopia starts:</strong></p><p>This is a REALLY REALLY easy project. I would say it is totally suitable for a beginner sewer. As long as you know how to use the straight stitch on your machine you'll be ironing on a new cover in no time.</p><p>You'll need:</p><p>- a sewing machine<br />- coordinating color thread (actually, you won't even see the stitches so if you want to be all uncoordinated in your thread choice - go right ahead)<br />- 1.5 m of 100% cotton fabric (or if you use 150cm wide fabric, you'll need about 70cm)<br />- some thin ropey stringy stuff (I used some cord I had leftover from the <a href="http://threadsforevie.blogspot.com/2010/01/better-blind.html">blinds</a>)<br />- scissors<br />- pins<br />- your ironing board</p><p>Now this is hack craft at its finest, so if you are a person who isn't comfortable with winging it, you might be best to ditch my instructions and find a more detailed tute online. For those of you who are happy to give it a whirl....read on.</p><p>1. Firstly get your ironing board out and lay your new fabric over the top. Position your new fabric the way you want it. </p><p><em>Oh, sorry I didn't take 'in progress' pics... but the instructions are so easy you won't need them.</em><br /></p><p>2. Now, cut your new fabric in the rough shape of your ironing board leaving a very generous seam allowance (I left about 10cm all around).</p><p>3. You can do this next step one of three ways. The first option is the neatest, the other two are quicker and the end result doesn't really matter because you won't see the stitches:<br />a) Turn over the edge about 5mm and sew a little 'hem' all the way round <strong>OR</strong><br />b) Zig Zag stitch around the edges of the fabric <strong>OR</strong><br />c) overlock the edges of the fabric</p><p>I went with option a. And honestly, do not worry if it doesn't look neat and tidy.</p><p>4. Now make a hem by turning about 2cm your fabric over. Pin the hem in place. Make sure you don't make a hem narrower than, say, 1.5cm. You are making a casing for the cord so you need the hem to be wide enough to pass the cord through.</p><p>5. Sew the hem in place. Remember to leave a 2cm gap somewhere. I put my gap on the widest end of the board. This is where you'll stick your safety pin in to thread the cord through.</p><p>6. Get your trusty cord</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462939542131070834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6GYf99Qr43h-v1ONArEaaeEG09vbbkcozn3Ksqh_voKby1gxeWQhwyxYACystUaGhvxJA8jWkknIsa27muAM0TlzQWYwY1bntVDe0k4fmvwxBvH1a6qaukvbp725zHnLbzzcZ2f3gPxUD/s320/string.jpg" />And singe the end of the cord. I read on another site that this means that the cord won't fray while you are poking it through the casing. To determine how much cord you'll need, measure all the way round your old ironing board. I added on about 30cm (I always over estimate when I'm making things up as I go along.).</p><p>7. Get your safety pin and poke it into the end of the cord. Now thread your cord through the casing that you made. </p><p>8. When you've threaded the cord all the way to the end, put your new cover on top of your old cover. Pull the string tight and WOW - you've got a new ironing board cover!!</p><p>I should have mentioned at the start that my old ironing board cover still has lots of good padding so my new cover will sit on top of the old cover. If your ironing board needs new padding, it might be a good idea to try quilting wadding. </p><p>Give this project a go, it honestly took me about 40 minutes to do - and I was multitasking - watching West Wing at the same time :-)</p><p>I love the new cover. Cost next to nothing to make and looks splendid. Do try it.</p>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-15095015752788346642010-03-10T10:39:00.000+11:002010-03-10T10:39:00.244+11:00Finishing touches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsualn-U8Eez1AdzZFqWC2f7_S3ns8CybJSwdj0hO8l1amz1aO23cnOhO0HCKyhqeFt4pm7msNa3u1Etz-QZ1vBF7NJJxMUE-SLfLlJhYk_Zbn_ioPjl2vnpUk_p2lJigmQaY0GtSRQwg/s1600-h/Decals.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444649390502048754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXsualn-U8Eez1AdzZFqWC2f7_S3ns8CybJSwdj0hO8l1amz1aO23cnOhO0HCKyhqeFt4pm7msNa3u1Etz-QZ1vBF7NJJxMUE-SLfLlJhYk_Zbn_ioPjl2vnpUk_p2lJigmQaY0GtSRQwg/s320/Decals.jpg" /></a>The big boys room has been a WIP for a while. It started as the junk room but when #2 was in utero we (ok, the Mr did the lions share) did a brilliant job of turning it from zero to hero. The wall decals are the final touch. They look amazing. Get yourself some <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/ellynelly?ga_search_query=ellynelly&ga_search_type=seller_usernames">here</a>.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-57058755583571226702010-03-08T07:37:00.001+11:002010-03-08T07:37:00.355+11:00Cut up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBd2u3q9FmT34Dsrrki57eAiHrBey9dOFebzDckki7f987alginCdq30_fby3NRI5Xkhg9rPhd0zhvLZS9bFTon5LYktvTBc9s7Q53eWXgjI2g2YNY7AfiBth9BL6MIlSkdRHqbT9IUpOf/s1600-h/Fabric+stack.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444648940104542258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBd2u3q9FmT34Dsrrki57eAiHrBey9dOFebzDckki7f987alginCdq30_fby3NRI5Xkhg9rPhd0zhvLZS9bFTon5LYktvTBc9s7Q53eWXgjI2g2YNY7AfiBth9BL6MIlSkdRHqbT9IUpOf/s320/Fabric+stack.jpg" /></a><br /><div>All washed and cut up. Ready to join.</div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-83365012886418751012010-03-06T12:31:00.000+11:002010-03-06T12:31:00.306+11:00Sisterly love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabFz5cG0b-tX8MdAMfKp6ZXNpfzl_e5-c9az-m0WzseCi8AUXvROJ2EDDyQw7C8mopeWnQ8eS3vWi9wF5tCmHRfCl8usY_fKJKBw2qwjegqa9685t3cb6DKaGRFLwdSXYjTsaWrbAedDI/s1600-h/Fabric+fan.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444647306298085282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiabFz5cG0b-tX8MdAMfKp6ZXNpfzl_e5-c9az-m0WzseCi8AUXvROJ2EDDyQw7C8mopeWnQ8eS3vWi9wF5tCmHRfCl8usY_fKJKBw2qwjegqa9685t3cb6DKaGRFLwdSXYjTsaWrbAedDI/s320/Fabric+fan.jpg" /></a> Here are the fabrics that I've chosen for the quilt I'm making for my sister's wedding gift.<br /><div></div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-52085948005095151762010-03-04T16:55:00.001+11:002010-03-04T16:55:00.179+11:00Mother love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_U_mFt3XU4vtr__u1DS9T5IGX0QxclvZc9wHpdavlwculXqU0iNcAbZ8qUYjVoj-0-ME2g256j7yjRfmfY-0UTCQfAh28NaB4sH_eXlxq51ARP96AGTY4VJm3yvFIycFYAW2UtsZR8jO/s1600-h/Spikey.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444643837290084114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig_U_mFt3XU4vtr__u1DS9T5IGX0QxclvZc9wHpdavlwculXqU0iNcAbZ8qUYjVoj-0-ME2g256j7yjRfmfY-0UTCQfAh28NaB4sH_eXlxq51ARP96AGTY4VJm3yvFIycFYAW2UtsZR8jO/s320/Spikey.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I've had a week of uncovering some truths about mothering. I am a firm believer that the moment that you think you can start predicting what little ones are going to do - they change their mind. So never count on a two hour sleep because it won't happen ok? But one lovely thing about my experience of mothering is the unspoken connection between a mother and her children. In our ante-natal class, one of the other mothers-to-be said she was a deep sleeper and was worried that she wouldn't hear her baby cry in the middle of the night. I'll never forget what the midwife told her <em>'Even after the birth, there is an umbilical cord between a mother and her baby. It's just invisible.'</em><br />I think this is so true. Often I wake about a minute or two before my little baby wakes in the middle of the night. Today I was driving home from the market and halfway home I just <em>knew</em> that #2 was asleep (<em>very</em> rare - he's not a car lover). I think the atmosphere changes in some way or your instinct tells you something that your eyes will confirm at the next red light.<br />There have been so many times over the past 2.5 years that the invisible umbilical cord has been there. And hopefully it will keep me connected to my boys forever.</div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-52989451073017352802010-02-21T22:21:00.004+11:002010-02-21T22:22:52.753+11:00All quiet on the western front3 boys asleep. I'm ironing and measuring and cutting and folding. And imagining what this quilt will look like when it is pieced.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-2527989169850719312010-02-17T21:43:00.004+11:002010-02-17T21:56:30.955+11:00Little baby elephant<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusfNOAO0_DN1ekxzXGUxBvdwPt8T4gcYKsWmJX3idfgVP7Nb9Ka8I3uRPlrqU7qJsHgl50QeFkFnbzQLyJKHehM8Jq_NC3x1CwMxzdFtAmuw5QEN6H9Qa-EtPqJJ8RTdyWtM088F-fgMD/s1600-h/IMG_6386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439162175411700722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusfNOAO0_DN1ekxzXGUxBvdwPt8T4gcYKsWmJX3idfgVP7Nb9Ka8I3uRPlrqU7qJsHgl50QeFkFnbzQLyJKHehM8Jq_NC3x1CwMxzdFtAmuw5QEN6H9Qa-EtPqJJ8RTdyWtM088F-fgMD/s320/IMG_6386.JPG" border="0" /></a> Today I took the boys to the zoo to see the baby elephant. I was thinking that it would be quiet - mid-week and all. WRONG. To quote my dad: every man and his dog was there trying to get a glimpse. We lined up for half an hour and surprisingly #1 was on his best behaviour (probably due to a full lunchbox being trust in his lap) and #2 slept (bless him).<br />Anyhoo, the queue moved. We made friends with the random people behind us in the queue. I trusted them to hold our spot and look after all my worldly possessions while I took #1 out of the queue for a few minutes to stem his boredom.<br />The baby was worth the wait. She was super playful and the big elephants (mum and, I'm guessing, one of the aunty elephants) were very active too. They kept making big noises and the baby climbed a dirt pile much to the glee of #1. She also splashed around in the water. #1 was a little disappointed that she didn't fill her trunk with water and spray us though.<br />Can't win 'em all huh?threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-32328109091284633192010-02-16T21:32:00.001+11:002010-02-16T21:34:22.065+11:00My buttons are being pushedBy a whining two year old who won't go to sleep.<br /><br />My computer buttons however, are not being pushed due to the laptop screen being broken. (Again, some of the credit goes to the two year old).<br /><br />Hence the blogging break.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-71288385452429679592010-02-03T14:40:00.001+11:002010-02-03T14:41:17.894+11:00CraftopiaTwo crafty gals are coming round tonight to do some stitching. Now...if only I could decide which project to start...threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-37555594143549335012010-02-02T11:19:00.000+11:002010-02-02T11:19:00.444+11:00In progress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAi6bcJ3Cvcoeb_N1SdIlIHKduBNL1LmNAd0HV9C5-V9ruelC4tQ8-zf700Jlq5VIWDTcYFsiwMRdxo12gmrFXg1Z9uuGsLciBa895PjhrDEHDgAWMWPZWQKrN87himO4fQN-hAT7Vouh/s1600-h/perle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431377920021696066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAi6bcJ3Cvcoeb_N1SdIlIHKduBNL1LmNAd0HV9C5-V9ruelC4tQ8-zf700Jlq5VIWDTcYFsiwMRdxo12gmrFXg1Z9uuGsLciBa895PjhrDEHDgAWMWPZWQKrN87himO4fQN-hAT7Vouh/s320/perle.jpg" border="0" /></a> Some quilting, some piecing, some cutting and some sewing.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-17300734335826625402010-02-01T22:10:00.000+11:002010-02-01T22:10:00.272+11:00Summer love<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WOQoKT3cpDmUA-fTPEjY0qxfbrchlLQ3bRYI3Lhj2bCFbk9giSndn5u5y_LzD0ONg7dLDFQFfVyJ3NvoPOwJNiDwWSvutnmboeVW9AWgZhK6kyMFgQui42iETs9OKrkG9ZefvVFmAnQE/s1600-h/strawberries.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431375420169593666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WOQoKT3cpDmUA-fTPEjY0qxfbrchlLQ3bRYI3Lhj2bCFbk9giSndn5u5y_LzD0ONg7dLDFQFfVyJ3NvoPOwJNiDwWSvutnmboeVW9AWgZhK6kyMFgQui42iETs9OKrkG9ZefvVFmAnQE/s320/strawberries.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>One thing I love about summer is the fruit. I also love the community of gardeners and friends who swap their excess. These strawberries are from my mother-in-laws hairdresser, they were so tasty. One of friends gave me a whole swag of stewed apricots, two other friends gave me more plums than I know what to do with. In exchange, I am the lemon and zucchini provider. </div>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-70702840947851918162010-01-31T10:30:00.000+11:002010-01-31T10:30:00.240+11:00First harvest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3JdJE3CoOvpRDcJkx_hqqO48XLZ23eTDByFEBJbxeX_9izjxAIFZAifa3NphbqlIu_bx2kbxy-1EKvzxlIJul-SFDDkRMdUCqp60roa7OHoj5rBJcPs1r9OB_x7Uf926obKX6JycXPqA/s1600-h/passionfruit.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431375151672442610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3JdJE3CoOvpRDcJkx_hqqO48XLZ23eTDByFEBJbxeX_9izjxAIFZAifa3NphbqlIu_bx2kbxy-1EKvzxlIJul-SFDDkRMdUCqp60roa7OHoj5rBJcPs1r9OB_x7Uf926obKX6JycXPqA/s320/passionfruit.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Passionfruit is my favourite fruit. This is the first passionfruit we've had off our vine. It was sublime.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-68152377511858087952010-01-30T08:41:00.000+11:002010-01-30T08:41:00.208+11:00A week of freezer: day 7<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AoBftKTs8wR1pHe767V-7gbGhjf8iHhwD-HY6Q_ehLWEFUmD8NtYZeLZbT9jzf0N4AIKBPnpGy03fRnaQMQfie5pMt2GFWpKs1GdLCIJKOhkmhwnumbzyxk107I9VF0D2Lrs_GNm-lNS/s1600-h/lasagne.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431368686133332514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AoBftKTs8wR1pHe767V-7gbGhjf8iHhwD-HY6Q_ehLWEFUmD8NtYZeLZbT9jzf0N4AIKBPnpGy03fRnaQMQfie5pMt2GFWpKs1GdLCIJKOhkmhwnumbzyxk107I9VF0D2Lrs_GNm-lNS/s320/lasagne.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> Zucchini lasagna</strong><br /><p>One of my favourite recipies. It is from <a href="http://www.murdochbooks.com.au/billsfood.htm">Bill's food</a> and is so quick to put together. I used lasagne sheets from the freezer, zucchini from the garden, spinach that needed to be used up and tomatoes left over from our felafel dinner. Healthy and delicious.</p>threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6273274948384378741.post-41441066895740998772010-01-29T10:10:00.001+11:002010-01-29T13:36:25.887+11:00A week of freezer: day 6<strong>Felafel with fresh tomatoes, beetroot relish, tzatziki and spinach</strong><br /><br />I bought <a href="http://larderfresh.com.au/wordpress/20">Larder Fresh</a> felafel at the <a href="http://threadsforevie.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-market.html">market</a>. They are very yummy and are free from almost everything: preservatives, dairy, gluten, wheat, chickpeas... joking.<br /><br />5 minutes in the oven and they are done. I reckon dinner took me 15 minutes to cook and that includes chopping up the tomatoes, make the tzatziki and put everything together.threadsforeviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11757963414243599519noreply@blogger.com0