Archives for posts with tag: handmade

Seeing Jana and Rosie in the park. Especially when Jana told her story about her anesthestic. ‘When’s this guy coming out?’

Loling with Charlie in the car on the way home.

Spending the morning sewing vulvas instead of working

Finishing my trousers and making little dungas for Coop.

Going for a walk through the trees along the parkland path. No music, no podcast, just me and my thoughts. And I was kind to myself this time.

Buying another plastic box to sort my vulva making stuff into. I like organisation.

Now I have the internet in my room I can sew vulvas on my bed when it gets too hot upstairs, and still be ‘working’ on my laptop.

The dungarees I made for people arrived today and they got lots of love.

Chatting to dad as I walked to Londis in the sun. Feeling brighter and happier today.

Some really lovely messages from women on Instagram who said I’ve made a difference to how they are their vulvas.

Sewing Sophie’s dungarees really quickly.

Benoit’s flower shame.

Some work, some reading, some chatting with my brother about our eco centre plan.

I made trousers.

My yellow wallet arrived from Ming.

Han sent a little care package.

(also TikTok)

Making a new thing. Sewing a stripy jumper from stretchy fabric.

Walking up to Highgate Woods and seeing all the trees and light and leaves. Two hours of walking. I really needed it.

Seeing Eileen loving Zoom.

Buying a fan and putting it together.

Seeing my mum in the dungarees I made for her.

A nap under the blanket, by the window, with the sunlight peaking through the leaves.

Making my new rusty coloured linen dungarees.

Finally getting back to the Parkland Walk.

Hearing Grandma and Granddad’s story by all of us on Zoom.

Aaaaand a conversation about orgasms with Sean on the phone before bed.

Embroidery. For the quarentine quilt.

Seeing my adorable little nephew and sis in my dungarees. They look great!

The video intro that Georgie made for the Eggs quiz m

Three pairs of toddler dungarees. Very adorable.

The parkland walk. Again. And this time taking my old sewing machine to give to a pal. It felt so nice to be back outside in the sun and the greenery.

A healthy dinner that felt different and was something I’d made. I know I make all my food but this felt more made.

Snacks for the holiday.

She said yes to a date!

Realising I had the energy so I edited my dungarees for hopefully the last time.

I made my dungarees fit.

I did a beautiful screen print.

I had a really funny evening celebrating my birthday at Bonningtons with the London Eggs.

The adorable tiny dungarees that I’m making for Fred for Christmas.
James text me. And so did Will. A nice message, thanking me for helping him become a better person during our relationship.
Grumpy face photos from Jo.

Selling loads more vulvas.

Making origami ninja star advent calendars. The colours are lovely and it’s nice to do nice things for other people.

Getting a super lovely message from a woman about my page and how it’s helped educate her. So nice to hear.

Setting up an Etsy shop and selling 6 out of 9 items within the first hour.

Face timing Jen.

Walking through London, crossing the river, bossing the meeting and talking about pink hippo milk.

Autumn leaves. So bright and colourful.

Walking through the park on the way home. Smelling the nature smells, looking into the pond and feeling quiet.

Sewing vulvas, on the floor of my living room, listening to podcasts.

A walk round the park, leaning against my favourite tree.

Christmas vulva hymns lols with Jonny. La la la la laaa, la la la laaabia.

Sewing a little vulva Christmas tree decoration in my plant-y living room, with candles and fairy lights aglow.

Lunchtime reading in the park.

Finishing my embroidery.

Dogs with beards.

Sewing the cute little animals on Freddie’s present.

Being ID-ed for buying scissors in Poundland.

Buying lots of craft stuff and knowing that it’s not my money.

Oinks from Han.

A really bloody good breakfast. Vegan banana pancakes with chia seeds and peanut butter and fruit and flaxseed. And a Georgian cup of tea.

Another dungaree dress in the bag.

A long, very James, voice message from James about his dream.

P.s. leaving the party and coming home to dance around my living room by myself.

Sewing a dungaree dress. And really quickly too.

A smile from a friendly pedestrian.

Buying a half price years porn subscription.

Making two pairs of dungarees. I’m literally wearing clothes that didn’t exist this morning.

Immediately wearing them out and feeling like the absolute shit.

Daydreaming.

Lee complimented me on my dungarees by the printer. And then was suitably impressed when I told him I’d made them.

My ballsy OkCupid move. Didn’t work but it made me feel very powerful.

Some good love on the apps today.

A day by myself. Reading loads of my big heavy book on the sofa.

Finishing my silver top for the wedding.

Cooking three new recipes.

Yoga. Plant pruning. Sunny walk.

Accidentally taking a sneaky photo of a colleague with the flash on. Thank god she didn’t notice.

The sun came out at lunch again. Another sunbathing-in-the-park lunchtime.

Making four pairs of pants in the beautiful studio.

Hot summer lunchtime in the park, tanning my legs

Linking up and getting a fabulous new venue for the next Period Party

Making a dress in the evening and not even making a single mistake. A lovely quiet evening of making.

Free croissant for breakfast. I forgot how tasty a really good croissant is. So flakey.

A walk with Jen up the old railway line after work.

Making another pair of pants. I can’t believe how quickly and easy it is!

A walk in the park when the sun came out. It felt good to leave the house.

Sewing a cute bib for my nephew. Hopefully this one will be the right size.

Texting Han about Mr Eyebrow Hair.

A bigger Tesco. With so much choice! And so much less busy than Lidl. Dreamy.

Eurovision with Jonny.

Finishing the sewing for mum and dad.

Shopping during work hours. Stripes for days.

Ivan’s chocolate biscuits.

Sewing the fire mitt for mum and dad.