Broken promises

This is me breaking two promises.

First broken promise: I'm doing a post. That was rude of me, out the the blue, to declare I was not blogging for what seemed like years. Sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, and just quietly scaled back the frequency of postings.*

 But I thought you'd like to see our new haircut. We're working on our 'smile'.

Martha's hair is ungenetically 'ginger'. Sometimes I wonder what I'd do if the Hospital rang me and said, 'Sorry. We mixed up your baby. You have someone else's and they have yours'.

What would you do? I wouldn't give this kid up for anything.

We love our quilt. Here it is in action.

'Smile!' 

I hated the quilt while I was sewing it, but my quilt mentor Melissa told me to press-on, because what may look like a hideous mess, would turn out to be something lovely when it was completed. She was right.

It's not perfect, but Martha loves it. And 'Moomin' is her new word. So it's backed with Moomin fabric, the front is eight-inch squares of vintage sheets, and the binding is a different Moomin fabric.

It is possibly the most satisfying thing I've ever sewed. What's nicest about it is that it's something I've made which Martha sleeps with and will keep her warm at night. She loves the fabric, and now I have to make a similar one for her elder sister - but I have to 'Vampire-it-up' for the nine-year-old because she's Australia's Youngest Emo.

My second broken promise relates to my signing of the International Agreement to Limit All International Internet Purchases and Unnecessary Domestic Purchases Generally.

Because on the weekend I bought an unnecessary small orange vase from Katherine of the OldBoatHouse. I love seeing Katherine at her (OB)House. She's always so friendly and she talks a lot. 

I thought the little orange vase from Italy would fit in nicely here. 

While I was at Katherine's I met a blog reader called 'Karen'. Everyone say, 'Hello Karen!'. She was lovely too ... I couldn't really talk to her because I was conscious that my four children were tearing-up Katherine's front garden.

And because we all need one ... I made the International Internet purchase that is a '60s patio dress.

It's what's called, in polite circles, a cracker!

There's not enough butterfly sleeves about, now-a-days. I'm picturing myself in three months, donning this little beauty and drinking some expensive fortified, liquified, bubbly grapes on the back deck/patio.

I love this ginger nut.

*Thank you for all your comments on the previous post. You're all very supportive and kind. Sometimes I get a bit berserk and am not afraid to throw a whole-scale 'knee-jerk reaction'. I think 'knee-jerk reaction' is an apt description of my swearing not to blog until I'd bought a new house, which will be sometime in the next Mid-Century. So, thank you for understanding my knee-jerk backflip.