French Knots

Gently keeping busy

Have spent some time snuggled under this reading, you all have excellent taste in nostalgic comfort reading. I have learnt how to use the on line ordering service for our local library and will soon be joined by many of your recommendations, some of which I loved as a child and others that are new to me. 

These are some little notecards I made for my Littlest Sis, I scanned the appliqued picture and made some postcards and a wallet to keep them in. I was inspired by this excellent tutorial ( which I still can't link to despite an email from Typepad telling me what to do! ) http://www.feelingstitchy.com/2008/05/are-we-almost-there.html

I've also started a couple of new yarn projects, but as the camera has a cob on today I'll have to show them tomorrow!

My Little Helper came dashing into the house to tell my our little dog had done a poo on the path in the garden....as soon as I saw it I knew it wasn't the dog who had left it! Struggling between laughing at his ingenuity and keeping a straight face as I told him how it is wrong to tell lies and what did he think the big white thing in the bathroom was for, I tried to focus on how our children always manage to surprise us!!

Getting on

Thank you all so much for your kind messages and emails, the support and lovely comments are very much appreciated. We read them all and are comforted by their heartfelt words and it just confirms that my blogging friends are wonderful.

I have been resting and taking it easy, in fact have been in bed by 8pm every night for the past week. During the day I have been keeping Philip and Fern company ( for overseas readers - they host a lightweight daytime show over here) doing a bit of sewing and lots of reading. My sewing machine tension developed a mind of it's own so lots of frustration was heaped upon it, quite cathartic really even if the air was blue! Some foul language, cursing and foot stamping later I tightened the tiny screw that was hardly visible to the naked eye which seems to have worked.

I have been making some BIG doorstops, as usual with recycled fabrics, but with 2kg of rice in each one so they are up to holding open the heaviest of doors or ones with self closers on.

I have been rereading some of my favourites from childhood, so far Little Women and Good Wives, Swallows and Amazons, The Secret Garden and am just about to start on What Katie Did. Which were your favourites to read under the covers by torch light? I tried the children's section on the library but found it to be sadly lacking in nostalgic inspiration, just lots of Tracey Beaker etc which I'm sure children enjoy but didn't fit the bill for my wander down memory lane.

Hope your weekend is sunny and peaceful, thanks again everyone. xx 

10th June 2008

I woke up on Tuesday morning 11 weeks pregnant full of excitement and anticipation with a growing bubble of joy inside me. The scan brought the worst possible news and instead of being able to share my wonderful happiness with you all I feel devastated.

All the plans and dreams in my head are gone replaced by a grey fog. My children have been sweet and kind, concerned about their weeping Mummy who's trying and failing to hold it all together. My son climbed into bed with us at 4.30 am bring his special and most favourite toy for 'Mummy to cuggle' My daughter stayed awake till we got home from the hospital as she 'couldn't go to sleep until she had given me a hug'. Every time I look at their lovely faces it just reinforces what we have lost. My wonderful husband has been a tower of straight and support despite his own pain, pushing the hospital to stop shillyshallying and get on with taking care of me. Kind friends have brought flowers, hugs and shoulders to cry on. I never realised how common it is to loose a baby, or how little the doctors seem to know about why it happens.

I think it was Domesticali who wrote about the elephant in the corner, I feel a bit like that. I have nothing else to talk about or think about at the moment. Soon my little blog will go back to twittering on about creativity and domestic life but just for today it is full of tears.