My heart takes on different guises. Sometimes it races and rushes. It is busy and excited and loud and vibrant and runs around the house. And then I get worn out and have to sit down with a cup of tea. It’s while I’m calmer that I think of things to make and do. I also think of random mischief to get up to and whether or not I’m odd in that I find The X Factor too excruciating to watch. The mischief mainly focuses on turning on the car heater while Robert is driving without him noticing. I wait and watch as he gets hotter and hotter. Then he notices that the heating is on full blast and tells me off. I then wait a few more minutes before doing it again.
As you can see the fun is non-stop at our place!!!!
But just occasionally there are very peaceful, tranquil moments. Usually when I’m not covered in a Super Poo, which my daughter seems to be excelling at right now and when the curtains are drawn and the only light is the light emanating from the fairy lights.
I made these stitched hearts at such a time over the weekend. Cutting out two heart shapes for each gift. Sewing a word on to each one with a single strand of embroidery thread. Some of the letters containing only three or four stitches. And then sewing the two halves together. Remembering to stuff them before they are sewn up completely, of course!
I sometimes get a bit overwhelmed by craft projects as they seem so complicated to do. I don’t always want a maths puzzle to do in front of the telly in the evening I just want the fabric between my fingers and the needle in my hand.
And at this time of year, when the days are short and the babies are small I want gifts that I can make which don’t take very long at all. I mean come on, I have Super Poo’s to clear up.
You think I’m kidding don’t you?
It goes EVERYWHERE.
But then she looks at me, so proud of her achievement, and I immediately rush forward to cuddle her. Stopping just in time to remember that she is in fact covered in a digested version of the pureed vegetable that I gave her fairly recently.
I love my pooey babies ever so much. They light up our lives, dribble in to our mouths when we hold them aloft and do number two’s that leak on to my sofa. What’s not to love?
And when I’m downstairs at nighttime, alone and waiting to hear Robert’s car pull in to the drive I am missing them. I sit there in the light that you can see in the picture above and I know that they are just above my head sound asleep. They are so close that I can hear them if they sneeze. That’s the joy of living in a house that was built in the 1700′s. They were very ‘Child Aware’ you see. Even if they were exceedingly short *we bump our heads a great deal on the beams*
So to keep me from waking the sleeping children or placing cling film over Robert’s toilet, I sew. Simple Stitches, that don’t take very long, but they are gift worthy.
If you have a penchant for practical jokes give these a go this Christmas. They’ll keep you out of trouble until the urge passes and may even turn you in to a nicer person. Although I don’t think there’s any hope for me. The car heater is simply too good to resist!
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