It's only flicking through the photos I have taken in the last week that I realise it was a pretty productive one the creative front. (In case you were wondering, yes, not much more than a slice of toast gets buttered around here without a picture being taken. He, he.)
There were the makes that happened with the girls. Like a robot costume (cardboard box covered in foil and smothered in random stuff from their art cupboard) and a tree outfit (brown leggings and cardigan with leaf shapes loosely sewn on) for the school disco. Oh, and sparkly chocolate cakes.
|the big knit|
The other makes needed more time, and mainly happened after the girls were in bed.
The Fondant Fancy purses were the first things to be finished.
One was a birthday present to my niece, and the final hand sewing was finished in the car on the way to see her, so no picture of that one. Nothing like cutting it fine. But here's how the rest looked.
As I am forced to admit I do not need all these little purses in my life (much as I love the frames and Japanese fabric), these are all destined to be presents.
|Wrapping on a budget - tissue paper (10p from art shop), pack of purple trims (£1 from Poundland)|
But birthdays - well, they are spread out, aren't they?
I'd first made some covered notebooks at the start of the summer - in a not very subtle bid to encourage a bit of writing to go on. It worked. Sort of. I'd love to boast that the books were filled with miniature novels by the end of the summer, but alas, the novelty was short lived. They all still use these books for drawing in, though. I'm glad they have them, as they are more likely to survive the regular rounds of clear ups and recycling than scrappy bits of paper.
This week, it seems everyone in the household is tired and ready for half term. (Well, maybe except for baby Charlotte. How can someone who sleeps most of the day and night possibly be tired, huh?) Judging by the amount of shouting, growling and races down the stairs to be the first to tell tales after a squeal is heard from the girls' bedroom that all happens several times an hour (oh I wish I was exaggerating), they are in need of some rest after a busy couple of months at school.
I know (or, I hope) that once half term starts, and they have had a couple of days of doing not a lot, calm will be restored. They will be nice children again, and not just the temporary angels their teachers see each day. Until then, I am going to have a good sneaky flick through their notebooks and remind myself that they aren't really imps.