Lookit what I did!

In lieu of a blog post about the amazing and inspirational things I have been part of lately... I give you Tuesday's Achievements. 

Completed between the hours of 10:30am (when I finished tidying up, put the kettle on and declared housework time officially over" and 6pm when it was dinner time.

Achievement Number One:

Frogger Shorts

This was a shirt of my grandmother's, that she gave to me while clearing out her sewing room. It is lovely soft cotton, with lots of wear left in the fabric. I had a good look at it and after a little fiddling around discovered it was just big enough to make shorts for Frog. Seriously cute!

Achievement Number Two:

Tiger Tunic

A friend gave me a lovely vintage Holly Hobby bedspread set. It came with two curtains which she had never used as they did not fit the windows in her house. So I have several metres of this beautiful soft floral fabric, with a matching pink ruffle all the way around. The bird applique is made from a small section of the ruffle.

Frog is going to get one of these tops too, she is already pestering me about when I'm going to make her "birdy shirt".

So today I began my girls' summer wardrobe, and all it cost me was a few hours and a new roll of cotton.

I also Blogged On Tuesday.

I'm such a legend.

 

Hey, It's Okay!

I've been blogging pretty inconsistently for the past few weeks... sometimes it's by choice, sometimes it's by exhaustion, sometimes I just freaking forget. Like the last couple of days...

I almost forgot today, but figuring it is only just Tuesday over in good old America, where the lovely Amber resides, I am squeezing in a HIOT post.

TODAY IT'S OKAY:

To be sewing late at night. I have gone literally MONTHS without sewing, and I realised today that this is a good part of the funk hanging over my head.

To spend a little time wallowing in my funk. I just wanted to shout at someone for the last few days, and mainly I've wanted to shout at WonderMan.

To not feel bad about shouting at him because everything I said was perfectly valid, even if I did exagerate a teeny bit.

Okay a lot.

To want to move and not want to move at the same time. I don't want to be here, but I don't have the energy for the move.

To be excruciatingly anxious about having to make new friends once we do move.

To be a little freaked out about what may be coming in the near future, and how I will cope with it all. 

And to be determined to do what it takes anyway.

To be deliciously excited about a friendship lost, that has been found again in the last few days. It means this person is meant to be a part of my life.

To wonder what the hell happened to my cleaner. After a day when she had a sick child, and a day I was going away for the weekend, she just hasn't called me back or turned up as I thought we agreed.

To not care because I'm leaving and I will damn well do it myself until then... I've been doing it this long so it shouldn't kill me. I hope.

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Also linked to Diary of a SAHM for IBOT

Hey, It's Okay!

Joining Diary of a SAHM for IBOT

And The Whispering Writer for Hey It's Okay! Tuesday

There's lots of things to be okay about today:

Like blogging while my cleaner washes my floors,

Being strong-willed enough to chop up an apple to have with my salad sandwich, instead of hightailing it to my favourite cafe to have a peri peri wrap,

Wearing my favourite racing t-shirt because I miss my motorbike,

Missing WonderMan,

While feeling guiltily grateful that since he's been gone my house looks nice,

Wanting the grass to grow faster so I can use his whipper snipper I gave him for his birthday,

Not speaking to The Bitch because she didn't speak to me, which is much nicer than the threats she spews at me whenever I am not around,

Being excited about Frog's 11 hour sleep marathon last night, considering the slim chances of it ever happening again, I may as well enjoy my five minutes of non-sleep deprived sanity.

Not understanding how people can be so dirty. Seriously, you sit on your fat arse all day, living off the nation's workers, gobbling the town's entire supply of chips and coke, and you can't wash your clothes more than once a month? 

And most of all I'm okay about giving dad my free coffee because it's his birthday today. 

Which really was a peace offering because, being at official retirement age, I gave him a Seniors Card application form as well, and he couldn't hit me with a coffee in his hand.

Heh.

That's what daughters are for.

You're welcome Dad.