Archive | October, 2011

9 to 5

15 Oct

On Friday we left the house at 9:30am and didn’t get back until 5:30. Just the two of us. Adventuring. God, but it was exhausting. Fun, but exhausting.

Our first port of  call was the mall, to pick up my contacts. Of course there was a potty emergency and he didn’t quite make it to the loo. Not to worry. I had an emergency set of clothes. “Now would be a good time to get his hair cut”, I thought. There’s a kids’ hair salon in there. And his hair was starting to get into one of those knotty messes that are embarrassing and may or may not signify a “bad mother”. Negotiations were entered into. Fifteen minutes outside the salon. He was insistent that he did not want/need a hair cut. Waaahhh! Despair. Time to carry him in. He became comfortable in his surroundings within seconds. And the entire thing was painless. Bribes, in the form of lollipops are the way to go, if you’re wondering. He did baulk a bit when the clippers yoke came out, but I hugged his head and he was grand. He wouldn’t let the stylist blow the hair off him with the blow dryer, so he was covered, completely covered in hairs.

Emergency pants had already been dispatched. What to do? To the shop. To buy some shorts. Now, I don’t know about your child, but I don’t bring mine to the shop when I need to buy things. We generally hang out in the toy section, making a nuisance of ourselves pressing buttons and whatnot when it’s raining. “We” are incapable of going into a shop, buying xyz and leaving without some kind of madness. This time though? Success! Three pairs of shorts at $2 each. Score! And no one got lost. No fixtures and fittings were damaged. Whoop!


Kitted out with hair-free shorts and we were off. Let the adventuring begin! To the farm! Of course he fell asleep on the way there. But I had a book and sat in the car for a half an hour and let him rest. He woke up delighted. We had some lunch and headed to the maze. It was as hot as hell in there. Thankfully, I have the most outgoing kid on the planet. He found a 7yo boy and said “Will you help us get out of here? Us is lost. Look, my Mom is here to keep me safe.” (I laughed inside at that). So following the two of them at the speed of light, I made it out. Of course, he wanted to go back in. I did not. “My boy will mind me” he said and ran like the wind. I was torn between following him in (and getting lost myself) and staying out, heart in my mouth.   It was over 6 feet tall and very confusing in there. He was in and out in minutes. Three or four times. He started to turn a bit pink. Thankfully, the tractor appeared. Pumpkin time!!

We picked out the one he deemed “perfect” and toted it back to the farmstand where we picked out a lot of random fruit and berries. The phrase “kid in a candy store” comes to mind. I have never met anyone to get as excited over fruit. We lugged our haul to the car and headed back for an apple cider (not the kind with alcohol). Things started to get a bit mad and crowded then, so we headed to the park.

There’s one just down the road, just off the beach. He had great fun for a little while. Some older kids showed up though, and started picking on him a bit. He was trying to play “Superheroes” with them, but for some reason they started throwing sand at him. And the poor fella, he has a very strong sense of right and wrong, so he was indignant more than anything. I thought it best for us to go. He had taken “agin” those boys, so anything they did was “bold” as far as he was concerned.

Homeward bound, it’s just past 4 and traffic is mental. A mere five or so miles down the road and I hear “I need to wee”. Off the highway I go. Looking for somewhere to stop. We had passed a park about a mile back, so I head in that direction and wee make it to the loo in time!! (It’s the small things). And we can’t stop at the park without actually playing, so play we did.

Then it was really time to head home. And we missed the traffic! Bonus!

Luckily, dinner had been cooking away in the crockpot all day and was practically ready for us, as soon as we got home. Because everyone knows you can’t haul home a pumpkin from a farm without decorating it within the hour.  Which is what we did.

Sofa deliciousness

12 Oct

I made new cushion covers for the sofa. I wish they were as colourful as those above.  How cool would that be? The Hubby would have a heart attack though. Still, I am slowly overcoming the preponderance of brown and navy that he, as a single man thought was the epitome of good taste. He is slowly coming around to the stripey/flowery colourfulness that I seem to be attracted to.

“Wow Mammy! Did you make it? I love it!”

9 Oct

A long, long time ago, I stumbled across this, the prettiest of quilts. And I thought “I could do that.” Then I re-evaluated my sewing skills, and came to my senses. Still, a small nugget of inspiration planted itself inside my brain. Then a couple of kite festivals came along, and “Woohoo! Kites! I can do a kite quilt”. Kites made out of old t-shirts. Awesomeness. But I didn’t want to buy any more fabric. I have, perhaps, a slight addiction to buying fabric, combined with a failure to actually use any of it. So, I picked out a blue jersey fabric (for the sky), then decided to stencil some clouds on it. As you do. There’s nothing like making work for yourself.

I measured the fabric, more or less, used one of the toddler bed sheets as a “template”. The problem was, it took me so long to make it that he had already moved into a bigger bed. So it’s not wide enough. Oh well.

The most frustrating thing was binding it. I had never bound anything before, so I may not have went about it quite right. I had to do it by hand because of a distinct lack of skill. It took aaaaaaages. And almost drove me to drink and despair.

Applique wasn’t exactly a picnic either.

But when he saw it? He said “Wow Mammy! Did you make it? I love it”

I don’t know if I’ll ever do it again.


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