Photo's from christmas day

Christmas morning excitment.

Alice with her baby doll serena. I think serena deserves her own page, more to come.

Jim wanted a mantra ray, so I thought that it lends itself as a cushion, Jim declared the night before christmas, that he wanted a mantra ray the year before, (include a big sigh from jim here) and he was still waiting. Nothing like a bit of guilt to get me sewing.

Alice with her Nanna.

the season for giving

How sweet are these dragons.

This one is for Mary, Jim's teacher.

This one is for Anne, Joseph's teacher. She adores red.

The pattern is from Winterwood.

All the children would like one for christmas.( it's not going to happen, seeing christmas is tomorrow)

Gifts

Well school is finished, back home enjoying the sunshine.

This apron was a gift for Alice's playgroup teacher, Tania. I used this pattern. I really like the bias cut, and it was super easy to sew up.

Some Alexander Henry fabric birds straight stiched on to the pockets.

bloom

Bloom, that's the best word to describe the garden at the moment.

When we arrive back home on fridays, the children scatter in different directions, as soon as the car stops. I don't see them for a good few hours.

I, on the other hand, walk around the garden, wondering what did I miss while I was away. Did I really appreicate this place when I lived here? I think so......

The children and Dan seem so able to shift from one place to another. For me it feels like it takes a day for my soul to find itself again.

My latest affirmation that I say hourly, is "love the one your with".

My tree top climber.

Wet

Still having trouble blogging, hopefully it's on the improve.

Well I think the drought has finally broken around here, this is our little winter creek, usually you can step over the trickle, not this day!

Jim, trying to catch the big one.

I'm home here in Ballarat for five glorious days.

It's been a few months since we decided to send our children to a different Steiner school. and it has gotten easier.

We are keeping our home in Ballarat, too much of us has gone into this place, to sell it would break my heart. But of course traveling everyday is not ideal with little ones, so we have bought a little cottage in Guildford to live in during the week and then come home on weekends.

It's been hard, I miss my garden, my home, it is the centre of who I am.


Lugging a weeks worth of dirty washing home every weekend, and trying to get it dry in two days, is impossible. Did I tell you how wet it has been?


Imagine how you feel when you are packing up to go on holiday, how there's no head space for anything else. Well I've been packing up every Sunday and unpacking every Monday at the cottage and packing up friday and unpacking Satuday at home.

And because I don't have two of everything yet, I do have to pack everything including the kitchen sink.

Crazy....

But I do feel grateful.

Grateful, that I have this option.
Grateful, that I have found more blessings than I realised.
Grateful, that I see it with new eyes.

Nappy free zone

For ten years, toes have been tickled, belly-buttons have been kissed, songs have been sung and bottoms have been changed on this change table.

Yet, not one photo I have, of a baby on it.

This piece of funiture has followed me round my house for over a decade, it sat by the fire when my first was born. Then it followed Jim into the nursery.

When Joseph came along, it made it's way to the family room till summer then into the cooler laundry.

Upstairs it went when Flynn was born.

And stayed in the bathroom for the whole time for Alice.

If only furniture could talk.

An outfit for Alice

I don't normally dress Alice in such vibrant colours, maybe the day was grey and rainy( highly likely) and I needed a lift.

Beautiful fine pinwale cord from Stenzo. The pattern was in last years Autumn Ottobre. I love the pants detail, If only I could get them in my size.