Saturday, June 16, 2012

Henrietta’s bag is published – it’s all very egg-citing!

I know it’s corny – but how could I resist the pun?!!

Henriettas bag closeup handle

Can you guess what my latest bag pattern is used for??  I scrambled around in my mind to come up with something clucky quirky for Creating Country Threads’ “Down on the Farm” issue (Vol 13 no 1).  You know - something useful and original - as I certainly don’t like to poach concepts!  I even asked my imaginary friend, Benedict, if he had any ideas… but he was too busy sunbathing to help me hatch a plan… call him sunny side up if you will, some like to say he’s easy over, but he’s never floated my boat fried my chicken!

Henriettas bag 2

Yes, it’s a wee bag that holds two egg cartons very snugly so that you can skip on down to the chicken coop and collect those fresh eggs in style.  The bag has been designed with a sturdy handle and magnetic clasp so that the eggs remain safe and secure inside.  To personalise your egg cartons you may like to get some cute scrapbooking paper and print/stamp the names of your chooks on to it.  Or do as I have done and colour photocopy one of the fabrics used in the project, then load that in to your printer, choose a nice font in your word-processing software; then print, cut and glue to the top of the cartons.  I re-used old egg cartons, just removing the old shop-prepared labels before attaching the new ones.

Henriettas bag 1

I adore this fabric range (Cherish Nature by Deb Strain for Moda) and have wanted to use this particular print for so long but just didn’t know what for.  This project was perfect for showcasing the fabric. (I purchased my fabric from Patchwork with Gail B in Melbourne. But you may come across some elsewhere if you do an internet search.)

Henriettas bag 3

Thank you so much for your support lovely people, as we say in England:

“You’re smashing!”

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Okay, enough of the bad egg jokes!!! (Mr SUDs can’t quite believe that my jokes are worse than his!!!!!!)

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Remembering Dad…

Thank you so much for your Happy Birthday wishes, I had a very special day with my little family and close friends.  I have been meaning to reply to your lovely comments – and will do!  Times have been hectic lately, and I’ve had quite a few emails from people asking why I’d left it so long between blog posts.  I’m now ready to answer that question, it’s been something I’ve been avoiding talking about because it’s just been too painful.

Today would mark my wonderful father-in-law’s 69th birthday.  He died very suddenly just three short months ago, and it turned our world upside down.  My FIL was my mentor, my confidante, my cherished friend, but above all he was my “dad”.    Honestly, you couldn’t wish for a more perfect father, if there is any such thing as perfect… then he would be the image of it in the dictionary. 

My mother-in-law is a very ill lady and dad took care of her.  He was amazing.   They rented a property not far from where we live, but mum wasn’t well enough to go back home after we learned at the hospital that dad had passed away.  It was such a shock to be receiving funny emails from dad on the Saturday night, and then the very next day to be called urgently to a hospital where we were told that he’d died.  There wasn’t any sign that anything was wrong.  Mum was admitted to hospital straight away because we couldn’t physically take care of her needs, and after a week she was transferred to a nursing home close-by as a temporary measure until we could find her a permanent bed.  Just yesterday we had some really great news that a vacancy came up in the nursing home just up the hill from us – so she will literally be living on the same street just less than a two-minute walk away!  That’s the best news we’ve had in a long time.

The past three months have been both emotionally and physically draining.  Mr SUDs is an only child so we’ve had a lot to do in terms of organising a lovely service for dad, clearing out and cleaning the rental unit he and mum once lived in, and tying up lots of loose ends.  Plus, running a family and visiting Mum… I guess it’s been good to keep busy but there always comes a time when life slows down a bit again and I think that’s when it hits home the worst.

I’ve written two blog posts about how much dad means to me… but I just couldn’t publish them.  It’s too personal and too raw.  Plus I know that dad always liked to make people happy, and I certainly don’t want to taint that memory of him in any way by writing things that are sad.  It was always the small things that made dad happy, he was so gracious.  With his gorgeous Scottish accent!  I wrote up an itinerary for him a few years ago when he took master SUDs over to England on the plane.  He then went on to visit his relatives in Scotland who he hadn’t seen for 45 years – in a place called Stanish-Mure.  Well, that’s how I wrote it on the itinerary because that’s how dad pronounced it!  He thought it was hilarious.. as he hailed from Stenhousemuir.  I’m so glad that dad got to have that trip and visit all the places he had wonderful memories of as a child.  He certainly gave his own son lots of happy childhood memories – always involved and engaged with Scott – just as he was later on in life with his grandchildren.  I always felt that our love was unconditional, that’s why it feels so right to call him Dad… because our relationship was built on love and trust… unconditional.  I wrote this blog post a couple of years ago, and its essence perfectly conveys the love I feel for him.

Once we’ve moved mum in to her new home and things have settled down a bit, I look forward to catching up with my friends again – I’ll come visiting to see what you’ve been up to – does that give you enough time to get the coffee beans roasting for my next brew?!

I’ll close by wishing my wonderful dad  a very happy birthday in heaven… (I’m going to  get a wee tipple and toast to you, Dad!)

With love,

Vikki xo

 

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Celebrating 40 years!

Baby birthday pic

Wow… doesn’t each birthday come around quickly?  To think, that 40 years ago today my mum was cradling me for the first time.  After raising three boys she was in total disbelief that she’d given birth to a little girl.  She kept checking my nappy to make sure I hadn’t sprouted anything!!  (So she told me – as I certainly can’t remember that far back!)

I’ve been going through old photographs – and seeing as you’ve popped in for a visit – do you fancy coming for a trip down Memory Lane with me?  I’ve scanned some random photos to share with you…

Mum and dad young-fixed

Let me introduce you to my parents, Len and Grace.  Don’t they make a lovely couple?  They were both Londoners, in fact Dad was a “pure” Cockney – as defined by being “born to the sound of the Bow bells”.  Dad was from Bow and Mum was from Dagenham.  Dad was considerably older than Mum by about 15 years.  They had my three brothers and then 11 years later, I came along. 

Vikki age 4 holding babe

Here I am at just Four years old, cradling my nephew; my eldest brother’s first babe.  By this time my family had moved from Stevenage to a new town called Milton Keynes (in England) and we lived in the middle of a row of terraced houses.  Can you see the washing drying on the lines in the background?  Gardens were always a sociable place to chat to neighbours.  In fact, my youngest brother married the girl next door!

  Vikki school portrait age 5

Wow – check out the frilly nylon dress!!  What a crack up!  This is my very first school photo at age Five.  I’ve never worn a school uniform in my life.  At the time, the High School I went to was the only one of its kind in the country to not have a dress code.  We called our teachers by their Christian names.  It was the norm for us, and therefore never an issue.  I was never a trendy kid so it didn’t worry me to keep up with fashion, and being shy as I was, it suited me to blend in to the background (yes by then I had ditched the eye-catching frilly purple number!!!) Smile

Vikki school portrait age 7

I love this photo – what a scruffy little urchin!  I had sensory issues when I was young and because I complained so much about having my hair brushed, my Mum would never allow me to grow it long.  She wasn’t cruel, she was just saving the family (and me)  from all the extra moans and groans.  (A whinging Pomme?  Me?  Never!!!)

Vikki teen photo with Scamp

I’m jumping ahead a few years now to 1984.  Here I am aged 12 years old, in the back garden again, cuddling my first dog.  Our next door neighbours  had two Yorkshire Terriers and I used to get paid One Pound each week for taking them out for a walk each day and grooming them.  We went to dog shows and I won a ribbon on one occasion.  The Yorkies had two puppies and I watched them being born.  Have you ever had the experience of seeing an animal born?  It’s so humbling.  I desperately wanted to own one of the little pups and was begging Mum and Dad for one.  In the end, my Mum relented and advised me to bring the dog home for my Dad to meet… she obviously knew my Dad well because he gave in pretty quickly after cuddling the pup himself!

Vikki 21 birthday

I was at work here, and the wonderful staff made a big fuss of my 21st birthday.  In my mid teens I lost both of my parents to cancer within 18 months of each other; when I started working at this place as an office junior, the older women in the office took me under their wing and mothered me.  This was my first ‘proper’ job.  After art college I worked as a trainee for a couple of photography studios but it wasn’t for me.  I then worked in an Aged Care facility for a short time as a care worker, but got too upset when the residents passed on.  So it was then that I decided to get some qualifications in Office and Administration work.  I stayed at the same organisation for 12 years… working my way sideways and upwards until I found my niche in the Marketing department. I only left when emigrating to Australia.

But during the course of my working there, I was the regular “drummer” for the company dragon-boat team.

 

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I joined the local town’s dragon boat team as well and was drummer there for a couple of seasons.  Being of a quiet nature, the guys in the boat couldn’t quite believe how loudly I could yell at them!  I think the pure shock of that alone kept them concentrating on keeping in time!  I was also ‘poached’ on a few occasions for other teams when they couldn’t find a drummer.  During one of the “finals” the Women's crew from British Airways grabbed me to drum as their lady had fallen in “the drink”.  Lucky for me I never fell in, although I do remember being pushed by a sneaky team-mate on one occasion!

I also used to enjoy hill-walking.   This is Scafell Pike in Cumbria. 

Vikki Scarfell Pike

Vikki scarfell pike 2

If you ever get the opportunity to visit The Lake District in England, then I highly recommend it.  Even if you don’t go hill-walking, the views and scenery are breathtaking.  It’s one of my favourite places.  Mind you, I was lucky with the weather on this occasion (above) – it’s unusual to see views like these from the top of the mountains.  On some of my endeavours I couldn’t see more than a few meters ahead of me, like on this occasion at the summit of Ben Nevis (Scotland):

Vikki Ben Nevis summit

As I started approaching my thirties, I met Mr SUDs and life started to take a new direction.

Vikki Scott xmas doo

Gosh we look so young in this photo!  It was taken at a Christmas party back in 2002.  Scott and I are both homebodies, but we would enjoy going away at weekends whenever we could.  The UK is so small compared to Australia (are you impressed by my Geography?! Smile with tongue out) so it wouldn’t take that long to drive to some place new.  We took our travels to Europe on occasion and also had a lovely family holiday in Lanzarote with young Master SUDs.  I love this next photo, how cute is my little man?!!!  I just adore that sleepy world of contentment he’s so obviously in… worn out from a days’ play in the sunshine!

Vikki Aaron Lanzarote

We moved out to Australia in 2004, and had our sweet daughter, little Miss SUDs, the following year. 

Mumma Rosie kiss

Then, two years ago Mr SUDs and I made it official and after 10 years together, we decided to marry.  It was a truly wonderful day! 

the newlyweds small

These days I’m not climbing mountains or banging drums or cavorting to historic places in the UK!  I’m usually found like this…

Vik March 2012 with Kayla and Rosie

Surrounded by toys and covered from head to toe in children and pets!! If I’m sat down then nine times out of ten I’ve got “the two girls” on my lap! They appear from out of nowhere, battling for prime position.

In closing, here’s a few little quirky things about me:

  • I was pulled out of the audience at the famous Blackpool Circus when I was 18 to perform some tricks with the clown - and my knees LITERALLY knocked together! (I thought that only happened in cartoons?!)
  • I have skidded over on a banana skin in full visibility of everyone eating lunch in the school dining hall (just call me Wile E Coyote…)
  • I have dined at a restaurant while my halter-neck dress had inadvertently slipped down to my waist, unbeknownst to me – but certainly beknownst to the teenage boy sitting on the opposite table.  (If you need to ask… no I wasn’t!)  That was the single-most embarrassing moment in all of my life!
  • I believed myself to be a pure genius on receipt of my ‘A level’ school results and seeing two “A”s on the creased paper docket.  My elation and pure mystification shattered on smoothing out the said docket and discovering that the A’s were in fact two “N”s (near misses)… ahhh… genius-ness is short lived!
  • In the 1980s I collected erasers and I still have a collection of more than 1,000… the story was featured in the staff newsletter where this next photo is taken from:

Vikki erasers

On my 30th birthday my boss (and friend) had a card made for me using this image… and the punch line read:

“It will take more than a few erasers to get rid of all those wrinkles!”

Ten years later… and you know what I’m thinking?   “No s**t , Sherlock!!!”

Happy 23rd May everyone! Hugs! Vikki xo

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Do you fancy a song?

Singer 1_picnik

because…

Singer sepia

… I know…

Singer brick wall

… a lovely Singer.

Singer landscape

Do you????

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Ladybird, Ladybird fly away home…

Ladybird bag 1

A gift for my ladybird-fanatical friend!  I made this sweet sewing tote before Christmas but didn’t see my friend until just the other day, and she loved it!

Ladybird combo 2

Complete with needle-keep and scissor fob… and of course some ladybird ribbon (you can find the tutorial for the covered spool, here).

Ladybird combo 1

This stunning project was designed by the gorgeous Cheryl over at Willowberry Designs.  I love all the little details – like the additional stitchery ‘envelope flap’ inside the needle-keep!

Ladybird needlekeep 2

Ladybird needlekeep 1

My lovely ladybird friends’ name is Karen, and she’s recently started a new creative venture – making the most decadent-smelling soy candles and selling them at markets.  They’re so beautifully poured in to the cutest little jars… Karen is a perfectionist (you should see her neat stitching!!!!) and everything she creates, whether it be of fabric, paint or soy (!) is made to perfection!

Ladybird Candelbrites

Here are two of her candles – the pink is watermelon scented and the other Christmas-scented candle has a home-made cinnamon star added for a little extra touch!

You can find Karen and her Ladybird Candlelites over on Facebook – pop on over and say Hi and see what new products are on the horizon!  Smile

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What have you got on the agenda for today?  I’m going to light my pink candle to sweeten my senses and then get to work on a magazine project.  It’s all a bit French, ya know!

Whatever you are up to – I hope it’s fun!

Vikki xo

ps. Stephanie – another PIP finished!!! YAY!!!!

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