Thursday, July 31, 2014

yoga suit – the jedi version

virtù -  yoga tracksuitvirtù - yoga tracksuit (2)virtù - yoga tracksuit (3)

Oh my dear girl! We’re only in week two of term and already you’re tired. This week you’ve been living your life on the edge of tears. The smallest thing sets you off into hysterical sobs. So much going on in that head of yours. So many things to process and work out. Your growing up and life is gradually getting more complicated. I’ll always be here for you my dear dear girl. I’ll always give you hugs. I’m sorry that I laughed when you cried. I didn’t know what else to do. (It was kinda funny, but I get that from your perspective it didn’t seem that way)

virtù - yoga tracksuit (4)

Another yoga suit for M. This one is the Jedi version. Her first one was the sunshine edition. Same pattern, different sizes. Oh my. Look how much she has grown. Still not too old to be a rocket ship though. Bless her.

Got started making this last month and had them finished for KCWC finished, except for the hem. I suppose really that means I didn’t have them finished. Back to being late. Again. It’s the norm around here these days.

The stash busting continues in these parts so there is another edition of the trackie in my mind… with any luck it will be made for this season before she outgrows the pattern.

Joining in with Leonie.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

clap your hands

virtù - noah jumper virtù - noah jumper (2) virtù -noah jumper button detailvirtù - ace wears his noah jumpervirtù - exploring at the beach 

Clap your hands! I finished baby Ace’s Noah Jumper and it fits. Over his head and everything (thankyou nifty button closure). I used a lovely bamboo yarn and it is soft and he loves to wear it. I love to cuddle him in it too! I love to cuddle him no matter what he is wearing though. I’ll even cuddle him when him when he is covered in spew and snot.

Clap your hands! Here he is at the beach exploring and eating sand while soaking in the winter sun. The jumper was perfect, the sleeves needed a little rolling up but hey on really cold mornings they can be rolled down and his hands kept nice and warm.  He is also wearing some pants I made him. Or did I make these ones for  O and then another bigger pair for O recently? I lose track – either way there are two pairs of these pants doing the washing rounds, a big pair and a small pair – their Dada does struggle with it when it comes to putting the washing away. No complaints from here though – thank you Dave for always putting the washing away (crowd goes wild with applause).

virtù - sandy face Check out that sandy face! Too cute much?

virtù - at the library Here he is being cute at the library.

Clap your hands! This project was a stash busting exercise – so when I realised that I wouldn’t have enough yarn to do the back in creamy white I added a few stripes in. I think it works well. Improvising often makes projects that little bit more special in my mind.


 virtù - ten months And here he is sitting on the rug at the park ten months on since his birth.

So much joy. So many things to clap hands about… so much so that today he started clapping his own hands. All on his own. The moment that he chose to celebrate for his first hand clapping occasion – he bigger brother doing a poo on the big toilet all on his own – well that truly is cause for applause.

Have you had reason to clap your hands today? Do share.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

dear Nan

virtù - dear Nan

dear Nan,

Just a quick note to let you know that your youngest great grandchild sleeps with the knitted bell cat you made yonks ago. I can’t remember if this one was for me or for Brendan. I know we both had one. Either way this pretty pink and blue one survives and continues to be loved. I don’t know what it was named when we were kids, M. re-named him(?) Tinkle this morning. Lovely. The little bells in his arms and legs still ring when he moves. Such a soft and sweet sound.

I think about you knitting in your arm chair at Kirrawee. I have foggy memories of your project basket full of yarn, an assortment of needles and clippings from magazines. Nan you’d be beside yourself if you could see all the patterns and inspiration online. I wonder what you’d make of it all. You died along with the 5” floppy disc.

Anyway – best be off. My beautiful baby boy will be awake soon and I best take a shower. Dave dropped the kids at school for me this morning so I could have a bit of a lie in.

Oh Nan! You’d love all my mob.

Miss you and think of you most days.



PS – your love lives on through the things that you made.

Sunday, July 27, 2014


ebe - caught itace - my sweet sweet boyode - a hair cut and a mango smoothymae - milkshakes after the first day back to school

a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014


ebe – all of a sudden you’re in love with soccer and ball sports.

ace – my sweet sweet boy, you’ve had a rough trot but seem to be feeling better

ode – a hair cut, new undies and mango magic smoothie and you’re all smiles

mae – a chocolate milkshake after your first day back at school, I’ve never seen you drink one so fast


Joining in with Jodi.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

a skort of sorts

virtù - a skort of sorts virtù - taking over the kitchenvirtù - twin needles

Before M. started kindy I purchased some blue jersey with the intent of making her a school skort. The plan was to sew them up in the school holidays before the 2013 year began. Eighteen months later the project is made. Cut out and sewed all in one day they were super easy to make. I used the funky stripes pattern from Ottobre 3/2011, lengthening the legging element to keep M. noice and toasty.

It wasn’t completely straightforward. I managed to stuff up the legs and so had to add a bum panel. I ran out of thread for one of the twin needles cms from the end of the hem. The waist band is a bit wonky too. Doesn’t matter. I don’t think M. has noticed and I don’t think she’d care if she did. She loves them. She loves going to school again too (phew!)

Its’ a finish. It’s stash-busted. It’s making friends with the overlocker and twin needles again. It’s all good.

winter holidays

School’s been back for a week. Time moved erratically during the holidays. Even though the days were short some, especially the rainy ones, seemed to drag on. When the sun shone we rushed out the door to soak up the rays and clear out the cobwebs.

virtù - building with blocksvirtù - fishing with sticksvirtù - sleeping on the go virtù - digging holesvirtù - siblings on the slidevirtù - playing unovirtù - waiting for the art gallery to open its doorsvirtù - ode loved the clowns virtù - always reading - he read more than fifty books during the two week break virtù - appointments - this one to PMH

We started the holidays totally knackered. All of us. The second term had been filled with illnesses and sleepless nights and it had caught up with everyone. We were one cranky family. Perhaps not so good to have a mob of irritable people hanging out together – I suppose it was inevitable that we’d experience our fair share of conflict. Not every day was packed with exciting activities – I was playing catch-up with the everyday, haircuts, shopping, specialist appointments. Nonetheless overall we had a wonderful time, resting, hanging out, celebrating the mundane. There were card games, baking, watching movies and eating pop corn. There was lots of painting, drawing and block building. There was an adventure to the art gallery and sci-tech too.

I love spending time with my mob more than anything else in the world. I miss them so much now that the two big ones are back at school. I’m not a fan of the morning drop-off much… nine weeks to go until we get to sleep in and hang out in our pjs again.

Friday, July 25, 2014

this moment

virtù - this moment - his first beater

{this moment} - A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week.  A simple, special, extraordinary moment.     A moment I want to pause, savour and remember.


Playing along with soule mama.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014


ode - in the fish tankmae - a soggy jog on the beachebe - oh gloriously cheeky and happy boyace - happily plays and explores

a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014


ode – a baby no more, you’re exploring the world with new sophistication and lines of enquiry.

mae – my sweet sweet girl, you are a cheeky monkey

ebe – that smile! that twinkle in your eye! You enrich my life daily (and exhaust me with you’re non-stop thinking too!)

ace – while you adore the company of your siblings so much (they sure do make you laugh) you appreciate quieter moments to play and figure things out for yourself.


Joining in with Jodi (late).

Monday, July 14, 2014

a leaping ballerina

virtù - leaping ballerinavirtù - leaping ballerina detail and underside

There is a leaping ballerina in these parts. She leaps and spins and has fancy hands at most times. She’s not one for being still (she is also known at The Wriggler) Just now, during the school holidays, she is a little forlorn. You see her Monday evening ballet class doesn’t run during the school holidays. Missing two weeks is just sooooo painful for her.

I’ve stitched her a little leaping ballerina.

It’s been a while since I did some stitch’n. It felt good. It felt even better when I showed M and she showered me in gleeful plaudits.

The design – a colouring in sheet from the interwebs. I used a transfer pencil to mark the design onto the white linen. I don’t use this method often, the pink markings can be a tad thick and still faintly visible under the colourful floss. Not sure if the marking will fade with a wash. In this case it doesn’t much matter since it is after all a mostly pink ballerina.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

skipping class

This morning our family set out on a day trip to Balingup so that the older child-folk could attended a story telling workshop. We set out perhaps a little later than we’d hoped, the culprit for the delayed start myself – I’m always the lagger-ag-erer on a Sunday morning.

The mister, who was driver, took the family on a wild-goose chase petrol bargain hunting crusade to Mandurah and accidental detour on the old coast road. Our smallest traveller didn’t appreciate the extra time in the car and made his strong feeling known twenty minutes out from Donnybrook. I was happy enough sewing my hexies (although would have been happier with a cappuccino from the Mandurah detour escapade – but no matter).

virtù - hexie car craft

Getting the message loud and clear we stopped for a play at the famous Apple Fun Park… and then never went any further on. The day was just too beautiful, the park too fun, the sounds of play and joy too infectious, the smells of Sunday BBQs too delicious to seriously contemplate leaving. Instead it made so much more sense to stay and make our own stories playing and playing and playing. (And suffering the devastation of a poorly made coffee just when an awesome cappuccino was desperately needed #firstworldproblem #mamaneededagoodcoffee)

virtù - donnybrook apple fun park

There was so much equipment. We stayed for about three hours, the children not stopping to eat their lunches. They would seriously have stayed for much longer if they’d had the opportunity.

virtù - so much to do but ode chooses to fill his sock with sandvirtù - filling his sock with sand

With all that was on offer, sweet O. still felt that filling his socks with sand was good fun.

virtù - little explorer

Our littlest family member sure was happy crawling around the grounds exploring, much more to his liking than hanging out in the car. Not many photos of his eldest brother though – he was rushing about, all super-spy like, from one apparatus to the next.

virtù - mae has a good time

Eventually though we had to call it a day, climb in the car and drive the two and a half hour journey back home. We stopped at an orchard to grab a box of apples on our way.

virtù - box of apples

I found a CD with some of my favourite 1980s tracks for the return journey. Great hits like Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Manic Monday, Money For Nothing and Blister in the Sun were lost for most of our passengers, who fell asleep not long after leaving. Don’t worry – they woke up with enough distance to home for eye-spy to become boring.

It was good to skip class.

It’s got me all thinking about the time Dave and I skipped class in Dharamsala. Then our teacher was his holiness the Dalai Lama. We were falling in love and had the foot hills of the Himalayans to explore… but that is a story for another day.


ace - sweet profile ebe - intense concentrationmae - vegemite faceode - loves to paint and is learning his colours

a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014


ace – such a sweet profile, he has been keenly observing his older siblings antics in the first week of the school holidays

ebe – always creative, this week he has produced wonderful art, designs and poetry

mae – bless those vegemite smears on her sweet cheeks and chin

ode – learning his colours as he paints, in contrast to his older sister is quite the tidy painter


Joining in with Jodi.

Monday, July 7, 2014

arrrrrrr! she’s a pirate

virtù - pirate mae

M’s teacher decided to end the term with a pirate dress up day. When I read the about the upcoming event in the class newsletter I must confess my heart sank a bit, *sigh* creating costumes isn’t really my forte. I’m not one for dress ups. My partner on the other hand – he loves a good costume party and my children to date seem to have inherited his enthusiasm.

On reflection the costume making wasn’t so bad. I’d made a tri-fold hat before (whereabouts now unknown – check out the picture of E way back then), the eye-patch was a breeze, the belt buckle was cut from a nappy box and the skirt was made with some purple fabric from the stash that I’d been trying to use up since forever. Win. Dada Dave came across the sword on a colleague’s desk and borrowed it for the day. It came home unbroken too. Win again.

She was one happy pirate. Biggest win of all.

The problems that she’s been facing at school all came to a head in the last week of term.  Her teacher noticed her extremely miserable one day at school and after much coercing over the coarse of the day M finally confided to her about the other girls excluding her from play and being nasty to her. The teacher addressed the issue immediately and the parents of the other girls were also notified. It was amazing to witness the immediate change in M. It was like a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders.  The ring-leader, our neighbour, has since apologised reluctantly under the duress of her mother. M forgave her immediately and whole heartedly. My rational mind has too, but my heart is lagging a bit behind. Rationally I know that the child is so very young herself, but I also know that she knows right from wrong and she chose to wrong MY baby girl. I also know that  she comes banging on our door to play with M after school everyday (because there is nothing better to do) only to then bully her the following day at school.

It’s an awkward situation. I know it will pass. Just now though my inner lioness has been stirred. 

Sunday, July 6, 2014


mae - sandpit playace - plays with his grandmaode - looking up, its how he rolls.ebe - climbing as usual

a portrait of my children, once a week in 2014


mae – plays in the sandpit, she is such a good natured person full of kindness and love. She also wriggle, wriggle, wriggles. It is a rare moment indeed to witness her sitting still.

ace – plays in the sunshine with his grandmother. Difficult to believe from this shot that the little one is on a sleep strike. He may be all smiles but his parents eyes are heavy with tiredness.

ode – looking up. That’s how he rolls. He is a “cup’s half full” kind of lad. Loves a bit of aeroplane and helicopter spotting too.

ebe – climbing again…

dada dave - ah! this is where the climbing thing comes from. … and this shot of his Dada Dave explains where that comes from!!!


Joining in with Jodi.