Archives for posts with tag: sewing

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.

Making my dungarees. I feel so so proud of myself and I just love that feeling of wearing something out the front door that literally didn’t exist that morning.

Yoga with Adriene before bed.

Roast parsnips, again. Can’t stop, won’t stop.

Tidying and organising. Finally got a spice rack (of sorts), my cupboard looks so neat and tidy and I have things in neat boxes everywhere you look.

Packing my bag for tomorrow’s run (slow jog) to work. I’m really quite excited!

Deciding to cancel the social plans for today and stay in to do the above.

(This is lots more than three but I was happy a lot today and I want to celebrate that)

The sky today was beautiful. During the day, with the fluttered clouds and as the sun was setting, making everything glow golden.

Delicious vegan food with Sarah. I love mint dressing on a salad.

Roast parsnips, because I was craving them.

Also, more flowers, this time from Rosie. Starting my dungarees and a quick sober drink with Jo where I decided to run to work on Monday.

Putting a little period product box in the loos at work, with single pads from Bloody Good Period.

My favourite curry of the moment. Squash, kale and jackfruit.

Cutting out the paper pattern for the new dungarees.

I felt more positive when I woke up. It felt good to finish the sewing and tidy the house, listening to BBC 6 and the obscure Christmas songs. Including the bird related ones.

A long walk through Highgate Woods with Jen

Trying to walk through the mud.

Yoga with Adriene. Neck stretches after sewing.

My beautiful presents, wrapped with Christmas fabric.

Making the sleeve bag for mum’s birthday presents.

Going outside and seeing yellow leaves.
The happy man singing outside on the street.
Finishing the dungarees for Fred. They are so adorable.
Hannah is in London. She bought me beautiful flowers and we chatted and then we went for dinner with Jo and Jonny and it was just lovely to be together.

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.

Such a productive day! Stickers, thank you notes, cleaning, yoga, sorting.

I mounted this little plant embroidery that I did a while ago.

Running for a few minutes, on the way to pick up the heater.

Looking at my nine growing tomatoes. And telling the Remainers about them.
My big pile of sewn vulvas. I’m getting there.
Mum sending me a photo of vegan coffee cakes. I feel a bit bad about not wanting to go this weekend after that. She loves seeing us and she loves feeding her family.

Bright yellow leaves. With little dogs sniffing around in them.

Yellow pillowcases, being dyed in my sink.

Pillows of cut offs and bits of felt from the vulvas. A mini (slow) production line.

This amazingly coloured tree.

Sewing vulvas and listening to podcasts.

Focusing on her nails on my scalp during my haircut.

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.

Fresh air and great mossy bark.Sewing. Finally fixed my PJs.Drag Race UK. SO much funnier than I was expecting.

Sewing.

Wiseman bingo.

A very successful Instagram post.

Lunchtime reading in the park.

Finishing my embroidery.

Dogs with beards.

MY CUTE LETTERING. So pleased with this.

Taking the afternoon to myself. To sew, eat brownies and do yoga.

Jo at the school being so grateful for my help in getting rid of some of their furniture.

My embroidered animals for Freddie’s present. I’m so pleased with them. Such a bloody great aunt.

Coming home to do yoga and sewing and baking.

Helping a school to get rid of their old furniture.

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.

Following a cute dog to work.

Buying all the rainbow fabrics for Freddie’s present and starting my leaf piece.

Malt loaf. It’s so damn good.

My future, following that goose.

The beautiful sewing shop with ALL THE THINGS. Including fabric with bears on.

Standing by the tube connecting door and feeling the air rushing by and blowing my hair around.

My four plants in front of the fire place. They make me so happy.

Finishing my embroidery.

Everybody getting involved in the Barry situation.

Another free pattern from Rosamund. No zips and it looks really lovely.

Pizza, avocado and sweetcorn for dinner. No morals needed on a day like today.

Talk French to me.

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.

A wet but really successful anti idling event. The rain really brings out the drivers.

Some sewing and yoga followed by a curry.

Simon asking me if I’m wet. 😂

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.

A happy turnip

Taking the packing peanuts to the school next door

Buying heaps of fabric. Again.

Third date. A boring talk, lots of kissing and a sleepover.