A Mothers Guilt

Walking towards the gate to the childcare centre, a little hand starts pulling back, pulling back towards the car where he felt safe. Tears start rolling down his face. He wants to be with his mum, the person who has been with him everyday of his life since he was born. He doesn't understand why he has to go to a place surrounded by people he has never seen before. He is taken from his mums arms where he felt protected. Taken by a stranger that is now holding him and saying that he will be alright. He doesn't understand that mummy will be back. All he knows is that she is leaving him. He watches as his mum with a tear in her eye walks away without looking back because it's easier for HER not to. She regrets not looking back. He goes to this place once a week to give his mummy a break. But is it really a break when all she can think about is him and all he can think of is her?

At what point does a mothers guilt ever stop?

Time for a change

Where the country meets the sea, the beautiful little beach community of Pottsville. A relaxed location in northern NSW where you're at the beach one minute and drive two minutes west and find yourself surrounded by mountains and paddocks with cows and horses. Secluded, yet close enough to what you need. A small main street with modern cafes where I could see myself sipping a chai latte. A great place to bring children up, with a great school near the beach, walking tracks to be explored, and the mountains to be discovered. It's time for a change, and I think this might be it.

(pictures taken from HERE, due to me forgetting my camera)

Aprons

While at the auction I also managed to walk away with two aprons. Never having worn aprons, I found myself falling in love with these. At some point I will sew pockets in vintage fabric on the white one.

I recieved a great email from a friend recently about the history of the aprons. Amazing how something so simple in design could serve so many purposes.

Project ME

I've been sewing for about a year now and have made cloth nappies, toys, quilts and lots of little things for the kids, but I have never made anything for me. As I embark on my next sewing project it is going to be for me. As a mother of three I rarely do anything for myself and I need to make myself something to feel feminine again. I would love to make a cute vintage dress like the ones in the pictures with floral fabric complete with pretty buttons. I envisage wearing these dresses with a cardi, jewellery and ballet flats. Now all I have to find is a pattern to begin my first ever project for me.

Pictures of the past

I often wonder about the history of the items I buy in op shops prior to giving them a new home.

At the auction yesterday amongst my many finds I also picked up an old Kodak camera in a neat little case for only 50 cents. I made this purchase purely to put on the bookshelf and admire its retro feel. On closer inspection once I returned home I realised that there was still film in the camera with five pictures left to capture. I snapped away taking pictures of my family and pondered the thought of developing the film.

A part of me really wants to discover where the camera has been and what story it has to tell. It would be my first find that I would know who held it and treasured it before me.

Saturday afternoon in photos

A beautiful Saturday afternoon in winter, spent with family exploring parts that we have never been.

Today I went to my first ever antique auction held at the local uniting church to raise money for their op shop. While perusing the tables I found some beautiful pieces of fabric and an apron that I fell in love with. Prior to the auction starting I browsed the cute little stalls out the front of the auction room filled with baked goods and homemade crafts. Among the homemade crafts I found two gorgeous library bags and instantly imagined how my boys would be using these in the years to come.

While admiring my new fabric and crafts, I find myself anticipating the next antique auction where I will be in the search of more treasures.

Pears and Cars

To be young again, when even the smallest things like eating a pear and driving a car through water made you excited. At what point does life become complicated when we don't appreciate the little things? I love watching my kids do the things I used to do. It makes me feel young still.

Thank you. You know who you are. Thank you for having me over on your gorgeous deck and new furniture while watching our children play. You made my week seem not so overwhelming and brought me back down to earth. While our childrens friendship grows, so does ours. Like you said in your blog, I really don't know what I did without friendships like the one we have.

University, plus three kids, a house to maintain, clothes to wash, meals to cook, pets to feed and a partner to look after. Should be an interesting two and a half years. However I am looking forward to the prospect at finishing the degree I started before having my second and third son. Recieved my offer this afternoon to commence next month, so preparations begin and once again I become a student.....

The sun is shining, the kids are dressed, fed and happily playing. There's a load of washing ready to be hung out and a baby sleeping peacefully on my lap. Feeling less overwhelmed with the days as they go by. I think today is going to be a great day.....

While going through my fabric cupboard yesterday I found all this beautiful quilting fabric that I've purchased from spotlight. No matter how hard I try to pick something different each time I go, I always walk away with something very similar to my last visit. I wonder if colours/design tastes change as you get older and mature?

I love sorting and rearranging to make spaces feel loved and refreshed. Going through my fabric cupboard I found an unfinished quilt that i'd started making to brighten up a room for a little toddler bed. This reminded me of how much I love fabric and the mixing and matching of different styles and colours. I still adore this quilt as much as when I started putting it together and wonder why I didn't complete it. I guess sometimes when mistakes are made on projects it's easier to put them away. Feeling new and refreshed it's bought back out to be completed.