Showing posts with label Everyday living. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Everyday living. Show all posts

Friday, March 23, 2012

GIVE A CHILD A DOLLY

Try, and try again!

If you look at the photo in the last post you will see my early attempts at doll-making.

I kept going! I'm getting relatively good at it now!

This beautiful little girl is for sale on Trademe.

Our 2 year old has changed his sleeping pattern - he doesn't have his nap till a bit later in the afternoon then of course he isn't tired at 7.30 when the others go to bed! So I have been staying up with him, and while he potters around with toys and drawing things and getting into stuff in the kitchen, I try and do a bit of sewing.

My mum taught me to sew, but I never really took it up until a couple of years ago. It is now one of my favourite passtimes!

I have some hints for other Mums who would like to do some sewing:

- collect suitable (cotton or linen - your preference) clothes from the "free" rack at your local op-shop. Wash the clothes, cut them up to get some decent-sized chunks of fabric and then sew and sew. Make little bags, make dollies, make teddies - just sew and sew.

- get lots of sewing books out of the library and read all the hints and tips. File them away in your mind for when they are needed.

- if you have trouble with something like putting a zip in see if you can take your project to a friend who can sew. Have the project at the point where you get stuck, and watch them do it.

- sew and sew some more.

- check garage sales and re-use shops sewing machines - the ones from the 1980's are usually excellent quality and will last for years. Be prepared to pay anywhere from $20 - $80.

- thread is expensive - see if you can gather spools of thread from op-shops or garage sales.

- sew and sew some more.

- set yourself up with an embroidery hoop and some of your spare fabric and have a go at embroidery - this neatens your hand sewing.

- make a list of the things you'd like in case someone asks you what they can buy for you i.e., embroidery hoop, scissors that actually cut fabric, pinking shears, embroidery floss etc.

- sew and sew some more.

Let me know if you love to sew too!

God Bless
The Mummalady

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

MORE AND MORE SOFITES!


Had a bit of a run on making softies again!

These guys are for sale on Trademe.

If anybody wants a VERY special, unique present just click on BUY NOW!!!!

Thought you might like to see them.

God Bless
The Mummalady

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

HURRAY FOR ANIMAL SEARCH AND RESCUE!!!!

Our little girl is a very Imaginative and Doing Things sort of a child.

A few weeks back she directed and organised her younger brothers, and they formed a group called "Animal Search and Rescue."

Daddy allowed them to clean out and use the old Donkey Shed (it's never housed donkeys and I can't remember why we called it that - but it's always been The Donkey Shed) for their headquarters, and Mumma and daughter doodled around and came up with a Logo which big brother made into a badge and some letterhead.

So - the children were all set to SEARCH AND RESCUE!

They got their kits organised - scissors, "bandages", buttons, hair clips, note pad, pencils and various other essential paraphanalia.

However, nothing needed to be Searched, or Rescued.

Today Little Girl's friend came to visit. She is also a keen animal lover, and avid bird watcher. They did some Searching, but no Rescuing was required.

BUT! Just before bedtime we went out onto the deck, Little Girl, Little little Pomeranian doggy Bobby and Mumma - to trim Bobby's nails.

Trim, trim, snip, snip ... PEEP! PEEP! PEEEEEEP!

Urgent peeping issued forth from the direction of the old bathtub situated at the back of Animal Search and Rescue Headquarters.

Little girl's keen animal saving instincts jumped into action and in one glance she had taken in the situation.

There was Victoria (Little Girl's own lovely tame white hen) clucking anxiously around the bottom of the bathtub and the PEEEEP PEEEP noises were accompanied by some wild flapping of tiny little banty wings and then nothing.

"Quick!" I shouted "A chick has jumped into the bathtub!"

Like lightning, Little Girl SPED across the paddock - elbows pumping, feet pounding, pinafore flying behind her.

She reached the bathtub, scooped up a soggy wet banty chick and held it close, carefully running back to the house.

"HURRAY FOR ANIMAL SEARCH AND RESCUE!!!" I yelled. (I was very excited! God allowed us to be outside at that EXACT moment when the chick had flown up into the bathtub, and He had called our attention to it. How cool is that?!? What an awesome God.)






We wrapped the soggy banty chick in a bit of cloth and gently dried it, then Little Girl rounded up the other chicks and Victoria and got them into their A-frame for the night.


The soggy chick was a bit shocked and didn't know what to do, so Little Girl tucked it under Victoria, and it soon settled down.






We're not sure if the soggy chick actually swallowed any of the old bath water, so Animal Search and Rescue will have to go and check on it first thing tomorrow.

Daddy has covered the bathtub so nothing else will fall in tonight, and the Big Boys will empty it tomorrow onto our feijoa trees.

Little Girl took these photos (the lower picture shows two chicks poking their heads out from underneath Victoria's feathers - very cute) and asked me to put this story on our blog.

That's enough excitement to last for quite a while! Ah! And now ... it's bedtime. :o)

God Bless
The Mummalady

Sunday, February 5, 2012

GUIDED TOUR WITH LITTLE BROTHER JOFFA


Little Brother Joffa hopped down from the table after tea and ran to the bathroom. He carefully washed his hands and thought about what to do next.

"Maybe I should go outside - it looks like a lovely evening."


But - oh dear - on the way outside he got distracted by all the lovely threads, pins, braid and ric-rac in Mummy's sewing box.

"What is that beautiful orange stuff?" he wondered. He was just about to pull it all out and play with it but he remembered that Mummy had told him to Leave It All Alone.

"I must obey joyfully!" he said. "Obedience brings joy. Disobedience brings trouble!"
Little Brother Joffa jumped off the table and ran outside singing happily to himself.


The first lovely thing he stopped to look at was the fuschia plant. Some of the flowers were open and they were bright pink with purple in the centre.

"Shall I pull some flowers off?" thought Little Brother Joffa. "No! That would be naughty. I think I'll go and see Harry."



Little Brother Joffa had a nice plump clover flower to feed to Harry.
Harry gobbled it up gratefully.


Just then Little Brother Joffa saw Bobby so he stopped for a chat, but Bobby just licked his ear.


"What beautiful dandelion clocks!" said Little Brother Joffa.

He took a big breath and BLEW AND BLEW! All the little fluffy bits went dancing up into the air and floated gently down to the grass.


"Where shall I go next?" Little Brother Joffa wondered. "Perhaps if I climb the silk tree I will be able to get a better view."

He carefully climbed up and up until he could see all around the section.



"Ah! The strawberry patch! I'll just go and see if there are any strawberries."

Little Brother Joffa carefully climbed down the tree, ran to the strawberry patch and hunted around for strawberries, but he couldn't find any ripe ones.


Next he visited the lavender patch and spent quite a while listening to the bees and smelling the lavender.


Next to the lavender were the towering sunflowers. They were much much taller than Little Brother Joffa.


"I wonder what this is?" puzzled Little Brother Joffa.


"Ah! This is an almond in it's fuzzy jacket." He said.


"And some juicy plums nearly ready to pick - but I won't pick them. Oh no! I won't! That would be VERY naughty."


"These apples arn't quite ready yet."



"Oh! What beautiful flowers! I wonder what they are called? I will ask Mummy."


Little Brother Joffa felt rather puffed out after his tour of the section, so he toddled inside to chat to Mummy about everything he had seen.

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I hope you have all enjoyed this tiny little tour of our section.

I just finished making Little Brother Joffa today - I was going to sell him on Trademe, but when I finished I was rather embarrassed about my sewing. It is definitely Family Quality - not Selling Quality.

So Little Brother Joffa won't be sold. He will live here. And I think he'll have quite a nice life.

God Bless
The Mummalady

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

FAMILY QUALITY vs VISITOR QUALITY (subtitled An Apology To My Sister-In-Christ)



It's not like we pretend to be something we're not. People that know us know that. What we show to the work is what we are.

Honest!

But one of our boys just pointed out the "Family Quality vs Visitor Quality" thing, and I have started noticing it too!

The plate of blueberry mini-muffins above were the Visitor Quality ones.






The muffins on the brown plate were Family Quality.




And they were perfectly acceptable as you can see.



My frumpy old grey and pink striped apron is Family Quality.


My floral apron is Visitor Quality.

A while back I gently admonished a friend who was wearing her old (very old) worn out dress around the house because it didn't matter - it was just family who were seeing it. I said that it did matter - her children had to look at her in that dress all day!!!

As often, when I give "good advice" it comes back to get me!

I sometimes glimpse at myself during the day and wonder what my children see when they look at me. What do they notice? It's not usually what I wear. It's what I am to them, how I love them, how I speak to them. And if I smile when I look at them.


Nobody here has ever complained about having to look at my boring old grey and pink striped, slightly stained apron.

And nobody minded the blueberry mini-muffins that had blueberries spilling out all over the place.

I'm sorry I told you off sister (I know you're reading this!) about your favourite ripped old blue dress. Your children love you and they would never have noticed.


Love you sister!

God Bless
The Mummalady

SEW A SOFTIE




Well - ok , I put my sewing machine away, but I still have the sewing softies bug.




Handsewing is much easier to pick up and put down, and doesn't interfere with the children too much. However, there is a certain desire to finish a project once I start!



And then to go ahead and make three more to sell on Trademe!



Too cute.


God Bless
The Mummalady

Thursday, January 19, 2012




The following is an excerpt from my booklet "Sunshine And Shower".


I don't know how to do clever PDF download thingies, but if you'd like a copy of the whole booklet just let me know and I'll email you the PDF.



BREATHING SPACE

“If mothers could learn to do for themselves what they do for their
children when these are overdone, we should have happier
households. Let the mother go out to play! If she would only have
courage to let everyone go when life becomes too tense, and just
take a day, or half a day, out in the fields, or with a favourite book,
or in a picture gallery looking long and well at just two or three
pictures, or in bed, without the children, life would go on far more
happily for both children and parents.” Charlotte Mason

It may surprise you, but I have found this to be a somewhat
controversial subject.


A friend of mine once attended a conference for homeschooling
mummies. She sat next to a very young lady and asked her how
many children she had. The young lady replied that she didn't have
any children of her own, but since her mother's death she had been
homeschooling her younger siblings. My friend expressed surprise
at this task she had undertaken and asked her how she managed to
find time for herself – she tried not to make it sound like she was
asking “How do you have life?”

The young lady said that her mother had taught her that “Me Time”
was very selfish but there was a time and place to learn new things
for personal benefit and the benefit of the family - and a time to rest.
ME TIME as promoted by the world is extreme, selfish and
unsatisfying. Mummy-having-a-little-space-to-herself time is restful
and refreshing. Let's call it “Breathing Space”.

I would suggest that each Mummy finds her own safe, appropriate,
God -honouring activity for herself. Something she can pick up and
do without a lot of organising or equipment when she has her
Breathing Space.

Some suggestions for Breathing Space are: taking a walk or bike
ride, art, crafts, listening to sermons or music, putting your feet up
and having a cup of herbal tea, reading “how-to”
books/cookbooks/art books/gardening books, playing an instrument
or learning a new one … Did anything come to mind as you read
this? Did some lovely thought jump inside you and want to be
written down before you forgot it? Something that you know you've
always loved to do, but haven't had the time or space to participate in
since you had children? Then write it down.

Just a warning – these things can easily become a little too important
to a mother. She can begin to begrudge the time that her children
“use up” and “take her away from” her activity. How do I know
this? Because its happened to me!

Imagine the mummy who enjoys quilt making – she decides to make
a “play quilt” for her child. How lovely! She enjoys the planning,
the purchasing of fabrics and starting the quilt.

But then, for several weeks due to unforseen events, there is no spare
time to return to the project. During those weeks she feels a little sad
about the fact that she “never has any time to herself”, she “can't
even sew a stich because she's too busy” etc.

These thoughts can breed discontent and dissatisfaction in our calling as a Mummy.
I did actually make two fabric playmats for two of our little boys –
they were not a “project” - nothing to be treasured for years – they
are rather rough and unfinished, but as a very wise man once said:

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose
under the heaven:
Ecclesiastes 3:1

and this season is not conducive to neatly-finished, beautifully
produced quilts when I would rather be using my “Breathing Space”
to do some art, reading or writing. The pleasure our little boys get
from those quilts is surely a reward and confirmation to me that the
job I did on them is totally acceptable!

Something interesting and rather concerning I've experienced and
heard from others is that the more time we spend away from our
children the harder it can be to deal with, love and train them when
we return. This subsequently leads to stress - which makes one feel
like one must have more time away, which makes it harder to deal
with the children... and on it goes.

Charlotte Mason's phrase “... when life becomes too tense...” leads
me to implore that we must be in prayer about when GOD would
have us step away for a time. We must not rely solely on our
feelings and our judgements.

However, we must not DENY the fact that at various stages of our
lives, we need various amounts of breathing space – peace, quiet,
relaxing and unwinding without constant demands from the children.

This time will be different for every woman depending on the ages
and stages and numbers of children; her husband's job and the hours
he works; an elderly relative to care for; a large vegetable garden to
keep …

As a last word on this subject – do not feel that you have to
JUSTIFY yourself to others. Your own personal breathing space is
between your husband, yourself and God. Only these three know
fully what is going on in your own specific family.

SEW - WHAT ELSE HAVE I BEEN DOING?



I had just enough time to complete some sewing projects over the holidays.

A darling little dolly for a darling little friend who has named her Millie.

Some odd rabbits that are very popular with our children.



(check out that crazy blue and green paisley fabric - my mother-in-law gave it to me some years back and I KNEW I would use it for something special!).

I had a go at an odd giraffe - the EXQUISITE fabric was from a sundress that my Nana used to wear in the 60's. I inherited the dress, unpicked it carefully and have used it on very precious projects.





It kind of worked!


Our little guy calls this "Mamma's Ning" (for some reason he calls giraffes "nings").



But Daddy is back at work now, and the sewing machine has been packed away for a while - unless I decide to start adding vintage fabric Softies to our Willow Cottage range! I could be persuaded if the market was there, but realistically it takes too much time.


Tuesday, January 10, 2012

TIME FOR A SONG


A great songwriter, a wonderful song and a subject worthy of praise.



Let our praise to You be as incense

Let our praise to You be as pillars of Your throne

Let our praise to You be as incense


As we come before You and worship You alone.

As we see You in Your splendor As we gaze upon Your majesty

As we join the host of angels And proclaim together Your holiness

Holy, Holy, Holy Holy is the Lord Holy,

Holy, Holy
Holy is the Lord




By Brent Chambers © 1979
Scripture in Song.
ARR. ICS. UBPO

(Admin. By Maranatha! Music)
CCLI#178041

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

BEING A HELP MEET


I have one of my copies of "Created To Be His Helpmeet" out because I'm going to let a friend borrow it (the other copy is currently being borrowed by someone else - it's a VERY popular book).

I flicked through the book and saw this bit that I didn't remember but it was a timely reminder:

"God is not looking for happy women to make them into help meets for good men. He is looking for women willing to be true help meets to the men whom they married, so He can fill them full of joy."
Page 97

and then

"Ask God to help you know and appreciate your man. Pray that God will give you the wisdom and grace to share your man's dreams so it will always be you that he dreams about."
Page 98


Blessings
The Mummalady

Monday, December 12, 2011

THE KNITTED CAT



I've never been a particularly "cat" person, but our new kitten Charlie is so beautiful and wonderful.

Our oldest said "I know why you like him Mum".

Keen to hear his thoughts I said "Why is that?"

"Because he looks knitted - all home made and home spun."

He's right.

And it helps that Charlie is a little darlin'.


Blessing
The Mummalady

Monday, September 26, 2011

PINK!



Savvy marketers know that if they make a product in pink then it will sell to someone who might not ordinarily buy one.

Like a pink computer, a pink cellphone, a pink camera ... I'm not a super-consumer but I have those things!! Two years ago I bought the computer - 2nd hand and a real good bargain. The cellphone was purchased nearly 4 years ago with flybuys points, the camera was an "old model" about three years back so it was marked down by $100 ...

I am still amazed that God provides all our needs (food, air etc) - and often he provides things we don't necessarily NEED but he knows we will like.

And he gave me this photo of this beautiful magnolia flower.

It was free.

It's made by God.

And it's pink.

Gorgeous.


Blessings
The Mummalady

Saturday, September 24, 2011

PRECIOUS PLAY


This little boy loves the dolly Mumma made. When I look at the dolly I see the mistakes I made with the head, the lack of stuffing in the chest ... but he doesn't see any of that.

He watched me making the first dolly for his big brother, and then patiently waited for his own. When it was finished he named it "Daddy Joffa". We don't know why!

Yesterday we had a lovely walk together as a family - Daddy Joffa had to be wrapped in a blanket because he didn't have any trousers. :o)

So this morning I made some snazzy purple stripey trousers and because Daddy (the real Daddy) was home keeping the little ones busy with a project I was even able to find time to make this baby carrier for our little man to tote Daddy Joffa around in.

He loves it!


Blessings
The Mum

Friday, July 15, 2011

LOVE IN UNEXPECTED PLACES


This hard-boiled love-heart gave us a smile and helped us to remember to spread a little more love around.

Blessings
The Mummalady

Saturday, June 25, 2011

NO READING AT THE TABLE!



NO READING AT THE TABLE is a very fine and sensible rule.

Trouble is, when nobody else is sitting with you it can be boring getting breakfast into you, and so if your book isn't borrrowed (from The Library, or from a friend), then maybe it's ok ... maybe?

We have lunch together as a family normally (except Daddy - he's at work), and tea is ALWAYS together - around the table - which apparently is quite unusual in today's culture.

But breakfast is often taken in shifts while other family members are using the bathroom, or doing chores.

And when children are brought up with a vast but carefully chosen selection of books, it's kind of comforting and a bit of luxury for our 15 year old to sit for 10 minutes, reading quietly while he chews on his muesli.



Blessings
The Mummalady

Monday, May 9, 2011

WE'RE STILL HERE!


Yes, it's been a while since we posted - there are a couple of reasons for that.

Number one: We've been busy. Had friends staying actually. What a blessed time we have had - for eight weeks!

Number two: Our internet connection has been slow and getting a blog posted takes a LONG time which leads me onto number three.

Number three: I have been cutting down a lot on my computer time - some days I am only on here for minutes! Sometimes a half an hour ... not more than that.

The Mumma of our visitors and I had long discussions about the computer stealing time from our families - the horrible THING that happens to Mummas when they are on the computer and they ignore the children, or brush them off with a "wait a minute" type of comment.

So I've been teaching our 17 year old about running our family business on-line - he's getting the hang of it.

And in the meantime Daddy has been busy in the workshop with a couple of orders. The stool in the photograph above was designed by a client and made by Daddy.

Better go and get my precious little ones into bed. I am turning the computer off right now and will go and read to them instead.


Blessings
The Mummalady

Friday, March 11, 2011

Collections


Once upon a time a not-so-small boy found a discarded old toy in an op-shop toy box.



"Wow! One of those!"




"What is it?" asked Mummy.


"A Smelly Belly - they had them when I was little."




Apparently he'd wanted one when they were the Latest Thing - some years back, but at $6 each this Mumma had decided they were not a wise purchase.



Especially because they came inside a plastic egg, so you could never tell what sort of Smelly Belly you were getting inside. That's a nasty marketing scheme if you ask me. Introducing the children to gambling.




But now that Smelly Bellies are not so popular, they can be found in the bottom of op-shop toy boxes all over the place! And there is no gambling involved because you can see what you're getting!!




So, now that the not-so-small boy has a little money of his own, he rummages in the bottom of every op-shop toy box he comes across rescuing more Smelly Bellies. He likes them. They generally cost 20 cents. Ah well - could be worse.



And if you were wondering - the beautiful wooden shelf unit is available from Willow Cottage!


Blessings
The Mummalady