Domestic Goddess

I am not a domestic goddess. I would like to be. I'd say I am more of a domestic goddess in training.

There are certain aspects of my perceived notion of what it is to be a domestic goddess that I enjoy. Like baking. And, being an unashamed show off, I can fake other aspects of the title, too. Although, only for short periods of time. Such as pulling off a tidy house. When given plenty of warning that visitors are coming.

As for having a smoothly run household where it all hangs together in an organised, kind of way, and attention given to the bits of domesticity I don't like, definitely still in training. Just as well I have good friends I am happy to see when they pop by unannounced and catch my house as it usually is. A bit lived in, that is.

My old oven gloves were looking slightly sorry for themselves, having been a bit burnt and generally used. And the peg bag had been neglected in the rain a few times too many. Time for some new ones.

The vigilant reader will spot I have most definitely stuck to the January Rule here, recognising the fabrics used as leftovers from this and this. And, not having a big stash of bias binding, time to make some. I quite like the garish clash going on here. I am re-branding it as cheerful.

Now for some ironing?

Weekend fun (and mainly unfinished sewing projects)

After coming home from school on Friday, my five year old sat down and wrote a list of what we were all going to do as a family this weekend (child of teachers, I wonder..?).

My pile of half finished projects has sat in a box for most of the weekend.

Fairground fabric from FabricRehab

Still pondering what to make with it - think I can just about wangle a shirt out of half a metre...

Unfinished Buttercup bag

Might try and make a dinosaur hat for a little boy who is having a dinosaur party soon...

Now, with much fun had, and things satisfyingly crossed off the list, I've rounded the weekend off with a little sewing (not on Sophie's list).

Tomorrow sees the first of three birthday parties in the week ahead. Two will be of the jelly and ice cream variety, as the parties in question are for children turning three, and one of the grown up kind, involving a night out for curry with friends.

The first birthday is of a little girl I've known since she was born, as I'm friends with her mum. Like most small children, she likes baking (and eating) cakes. And when she's not making real cakes with her mummy, she can often be found playing at making them with her toy kitchen. And, it has emerged, my friend often finds her oven gloves have disappeared and are being used by her daughter.

So...

Always iron your fabric before you do anything else. He he he...

Half-sized oven gloves for a girl who likes playing baking games.

Let's hope she likes them!