I have finally put my money where my mouth is and put some patterns out into the world.
Hatched and Patched in Bathurst was the first to stock the initial 6 patterns. Anni has been terribly encouraging and kind to me as I’ve muttered my way through the long and agonising ’deciding if I can do it or not’ process.
Marally Craft in Orange also have a supply in store… and my little Etsy store has the little hairclips above as a PDF and will have other patterns listed as time permits.
I will post photographs of the other patterns over the next few days. Now that I’ve re-learnt how to use my blog the sky is the limit!
A while ago my blog was…for want of a better word ‘hacked’ by someone who thought that my little sewing blog offered them a wonderful opportunity to sell Marlboro cigarettes. I know! You don’t have to tell me…you’ve aaaalllll been wondering where you could buy the cheapest ciggies for ages right?
So…to fix this Scott had to remove and reload my blog. The problem was that it could never look or be the same again. The other problem was that I quite liked it how it was.
Now I know change is a good thing and it should come to everything. I guess I would just have preferred to make the choice to have a little renovate rather than having it thrust upon me.
So…here we find ourselves in this new and I think rather boring format. It’s not his fault. This was the template I chose from the zillions there were to decide from. The thing is that I just don’t ‘love’ my blog anymore and I haven’t for a long time. I often wonder if people really read blogs anymore? Do they? Do you? I rarely seem to. I just don’t seem to have the time anymore.
So…I kind of took the things I blogged about here and I took them to Facebook. It seems to work well. It’s rather gratifying (in a shallow as a puddle kind of way) to see how many people look at the mumblings you put out into the world. It’s wonderful to read back the words that people have taken the time to write. In truth I really love Facebook…but of late I’ve been thinking of this little space. Long forgotten. Long neglected but with all the potential it had when I first started rambling here all those many years ago.
However, it all seems different and maybe even a bit wrong to share here as I can’t do it like I did before. There are no children to bake with, no play dough to make or tea parties to cater for. The children are settled in school. Heck! Harry is even in High School now! So, what to share? What to say? How to make the most of the potential this space holds and fall back in love with it again? Perhaps it was time for this space to be a little bit more about me…but that’s rather confronting to someone who tends to withdraw from the world like I do.
Well, in a few days time my next Homespun feature will be out. I will post some photos of that shall I?
I need to sort out pattern covers. They’re ‘doing my head in’ in the most abhorrent fashion at the moment. Maybe someone can point out where I’m going wrong and I will see the light and move forward?
Maybe I will take some snaps of Trinny the crazy hound or a photo or two of the hens as they sail around the yard? Surely someone would like that.
All assuming I figure out how to post a photo to a post. You will notice that there are no images in this one!
I’ll try hard to see you in a few days my little blog. Maybe we can live in this space together again and fall back in love with one another?
Some days I drive past opportunity shops and never bat an eye.
Other days I KNOW that there is something in there waiting for me and I have to go in and rummage around. Yesterday was kind of one of those days but with a difference. I’d been in this store the day before and walked away from a lovely old mirror. Once home, remorse that I had left it behind set in so I decided to go back the next day and see if it was still there. Luckily it was!
….but seeing as I was already in the shop it wasn’t going to hurt if I just had another little look around would it?
So glad I did!
Because these little vintage beauties were waiting for me. Stacked in a basket full of plastic fantastic Fisher Price toys!
So beautifully kept, in a plastic sleeve with some cardboard to keep them straight and safe.
Mostly they’re un-cut and apart from some yellowing sticky tape marks (none of which are really over the illustrations), a little moth or perhaps silver fish predation around the edges are in wonderful condition!
A couple of sheets down I think I found what I had suspected from the moment I picked them up.
A link to Little Golden Books of days gone by.
So much to love about this little find. It feeds my love of dolls, childhood and children books in one little bundle.
Around here Lalaloopsy dolls have never really found their place. It’s probably partially because of me. I tend to try and encourage Freya towards baby dolls or handmade dolls. Although when it comes to these little darlings…they’ve never really appealed to her either. I think it’s the eyes.
That was until yesterday when I found this little barely dressed lady at the op shop. Upon holding her Freya declared that she quite liked this dolly. She was ‘one of the nice ones’ apparently. The problem was that she had no clothes (you can’t have everything for your $2 investment) and it’s getting cold around here. No problem I thought. I’ll just go shopping tomorrow and buy her a frock or two…actually that was a problem. Turns out you can’t just buy clothes for these gals ‘down the street’ at the moment.
So with little time and no pattern but I have to admit a tad more enthusiasm than I thought I would ever muster for one of these dolls I have spent an hour dressing her.
She has a little pillow slip dress (with some questionable, didn’t think to embroider before I cut it out…now it won’t fit into a hoop words on it).
And a little frock coat.
All in all I think she’s in pretty good condition. The only real flaw I can find on her is this little orange stripe in her rosy cheek.
For the time being though…she’s going to have to be shoeless. I think they will take some thinking about!
…and just like that we have a Lalaloopsy doll in the house. Something tells me she won’t be on her own for too long.