Monday, 15 December 2008
Close but no cigar...
Saturday, 13 December 2008
Folksy finds fairy tales
The tiny face on the 'This little piggy went to market' pendant from Very Vintage is so stinking cute!

This beautiful print from Artquick is a series of three drawings from Little Red Riding Hood and has a beautiful use of colour.

Lost in the Forest has a whole shop inspired by fairy tales, and this 'Curiouser and curiouser' brooch is my favourite. It is collaged from pages from Alice in Wonderland and has a frill made from aged Collins Children's Annual.
Another Alice-inspired item in this lovely purple charm bracelet from Cherished Trinkets.
I love the beautiful art by Sinta's Fairytale, and this Tea with the Snow Queen limited edition print is a perfect choice for winter.
Salt of the Earth has lovely little Fairy doors made from salt dough, and my favourite is this sweet mushroom door with a dragonfly.
I love recycled items and stationary, so these envelopes from made from vintage childrens stories from The Smug Cat is perfect for me!

This unique and striking filigree ring from Yasmin Bochi and is called 'Mirror, mirror on the wall', from the scene from Snow White. A real statement piece!
Friday, 12 December 2008
Twirl dress winner revealed...
Loved all your Christmas present wishes, I assure you they've all been collated and sent to Santa. Or at least posted on a sewing blog that Santa follows (see follower list as proof). Your Christmas wishes are a lot more profound and lot less selfish than my own desire for a KAM snap press!
We've arrived! Ish...
The trip itself, although incredibly long, wasn't too bad. We have always flown Continental direct from Edinburgh to Newark, as we figured that length of time door to door was the most important factor for international travel with toddlers. We've had such a miserable time with Continental the last couple of times though, that we went for price over duration and flew KLM to Amsterdam then Amsterdam to Boston. So much better. The staff were nice. And helpful. We were sat together instead of spread all over the plane. We had leg room. We had individual entertainment screens. The kids were 500% better behaved than when we fly with Continental.
Jamie's favourite bit was during turbulence, when he would gleeful shout, 'We're going down!' (although he meant 'We're descending'). Maia's favourite bit was cuddling up with her dad. Steven's favourite bit was getting those cuddles, as she is normally suctioned to me. My favourite bit was reading a book when everyone else was sleeping.
Extreme fatigue has driven us all a bit mad. Jamie got us all comfy for naps in his own special way, with a toy baby hat, toy baby bottle, blanket, bib and soft toy star.


Wednesday, 10 December 2008
Free giveaway of this hippo / frog twirl dress
Tuesday, 9 December 2008
A lesson in genetics
In my family, there is something called the 'bothering gene'. This is a lighthearted reference to our proclivity to wind each other up and push each other's buttons. Don't worry, we don't unleash it on the general populace, just within the family. It is mostly innocuous but occasionally sinister, mostly when we were children and bothering was muddled by hormones and the unfettered enthusiasm of youth. The gene originated on my father's side of the family and this is the track it has traced through our families.
As you can see, none of us carriers have married other botherers, but it has passed on to most of our children. The unborn baby has not been determined yet, as I don't believe they have isolated the bothering gene yet for genetic testing. If they have, the HMOs are keeping it quiet.
So what are the symptoms of this bothering gene? For one, an extraordinary talent in finding the things that annoy others. Secondly, the ability to creatively interpret this information into actual annoying behaviour. And lastly, steadfast dedication to the cause of bothering. Of course, all of this applies to the other botherers in my family. I am like the vampires in Twilight, I chose not to practice the dark art (although others might dispute this- see this post for example).
Jamie and Maia have recently discovered that I don't like my belly button messed with, and that sticking their little fingers in there makes me squeal. Consequently, they and have launched a campaign to do just that whenever the opportunity presents itself. They work with frightening synchronisation, one distracting, they other perpetrating.
Beyond that fact it just feels creepy, I think it originated with Evans family folklore. Alex Evans was my best friend growing up, and I remember being told by either her or her grandmother that if you messed around with your belly button and untwisted it that your arms and legs would fall off. I was also told that if I fell really hard on my bum-bone that spaghetti would fall out, but I'm not too worried about that one.