dear readers i am typing this post while in a state of upset (probably not a clever thing to do)...i should have something stronger than a cup of tea by my side but alas we all know what that can lead to. so i shall take you back a few hours so you may see why my little body is in a crumpled heap and i am near exhaustion...
i foolishly (you always know when Tif starts with that word that things are not going to go as planned) woke this morning thinking it would be a wonderful carefree bonding day with my children. i dressed appropriately
for the day i had in mind...very Boden i feel. my plan was to get tidied up around the house (which really meant shoving things in cupboards and drawers very quickly) and then we would head out for our 'pre vacation shop'...i had a very long list of things, like socks, flip flops for the boys, our #2 wanted skinny jeans (that alone was going to be torture in it's self) and the list goes on...i took along with me, my four kids, a boyfriend
(sadly not mine but belonging to our #1) and the natty little basket...
in hindsight i feel the day would have started off on a better foot if i had left my natty little basket
at home...the horror on their faces as i loaded it into the trunk of the car should have been enough of a hint of things to come...
when we got to the first port of call, i physically had to remove my children out of the way so i could retrieve my basket from the trunk...as we walked
towards the mall my children and a boyfriend stayed way behind...i must admit when our#3 test drove the basket at the store i didn't realize quite what a noise the little wooden wheels would make, so it is true to say people do NOTICE you when wheeling this thing. i held my head up high (thinking of all your lovely comments) and carried on...in every shop i would announce "oh no thank you i do not need a bag i have my basket" and the cashiers would look at me with one of those smiles that means "she's a nutter"...
after a while, we hopped back in the car to drive to the next town..( i can never seem to get everything i need in one place, i am still trying to get use to it after seven years). the next place we stopped was worse, as we were nearer home territory and so very likely to meet "friends", god forbid my girls be seen with me and my basket!
after four hours of being stared at and having the kids commenting about it, not to mention the general bickering that always goes on, it started to rain, i gave up and returned home with the shopping list uncompleted.
i was beaten dear readers, i was left undone with the upset of knowing that i have brought kids up to actually care what people think of us and how we look ( is this a generation thing and do you think it is much worse in certain places? it is a struggle for me here and it does seem ridiclous that a little basket causes so much attention) i have plonked myself on a piece of the planet that really doesn't quite have a whole lot of 'flair' or 'individuality' for want of better words...and i apologize if a 'local' is reading this ( i'm not talking the city, but the suburbs i live in) but it's the truth...gosh i don't think i have ever been opinionated on my blog before, i promise to not to do it again...i don't want you to think my kids are not nice and they are certainly not unkind, they just don't like that feeling of not fitting in...and i guess that is true of a lot of us.
so as i sit in my crumpled heap wondering what it's all about, i must tell you i had set out to do a post on bias binding
..if i continue it will make for a long old read, but i think you would like to know if i managed to make some with the little tool i purchased...so let's sum it up...
i read the instructions very briefly, ie. scanned over them fleetingly.
i worked out after re reading the instructions when patching fabrics together, there is a right and wrong way to do it.
i do not need the tool especially if making wider bias binding...
however when all said and done, it looks pretty in a glass jar even if it's not good enough for general use.
i would definitely buy it, if i could, rather than make it...i don't do well with fiddle things
and lastly, i have a whole lot of respect for bias binding makers everywhere...
and just as i was at my all time low for the day while typing this, the mail man paid a visit and my whole day felt a little brighter because my 'invisible' friend Francesca
thought of me when out and about in Brighton and sent me a little care package
...perfect timing Francesca
, thank you. you will never know how much this has helped me feel better about myself ~ Tif
as a footnote : i promise to be brighter tomorrow, my blog is supposed to be light reading not heavy...forgive me :)