Archives for posts with tag: handmade

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.

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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.

The beautiful studio

The beautiful pants I made

Embroidering alone to a podcast.

Did my tax return. I saved WAAAAAAY too much money. I’m suddenly rich!

Made fanny jokes with a woman I don’t know in the Wigan office. Sent her my vagina bowl in return.

Going and buying a card in the afternoon. I got to walk in the sun, listen to some music, flirt with a cute guy and get away from the office. It was a perfect mini break


A breakfast date with Holly before her honeymoon. Double coffee and an almond croissant and three hugs.

A hectic but quite fun day, doing four people’s jobs. The caffeine and mystery dessert left by Gust helped. Pretty sure it had alcohol in it. 

My Secret Santa present from my housemate. He knitted me my vulva design! I was completely blown away – what an amazing and thoughtful (and time consuming) gift!

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Seeing old friends I should see more often.

A funny and rude Christmas card at the craft fair.

Getting my free glue gun through the post from my brother and making a cork bowl.