The day they learned to eat (cake).

The mother is flying too and from, hiding cake God knows where.

And this little cutie gets a wee bit upset when the mother hides the stuff instead of stuffing it into his mouth.

And the mother is off again….

One of the little ones had enough of this shit and is about to do something nasty to this pile of something something that takes the mothers attention away from him/her.

But then his/her sisters/brothers gives him the sour look and he had to step away from the cake.
In the end one of them understood what to do with this pile of something something and started to eat. And I almost felt I was the one who taught him/her to do it, and I felt oh so very proud.


What’s on your needles?

    A great deal, but I got bored and started to sew instead.




The dress I am wearing is made from an old pattern from 1976. A neighbour saw me in it and now I’ve got an order.   And my daughter is wearing a skirt made from one of my own patterns. When I buy clothes I always look at the fabric and buttons, because I am always thinking of the possibilities of reusing. The two quilts are two UFOs and I thought I better start working on them so that when my kids are old I will have gifts to give them. When, lets say, they turn 40 or something close to that.