Small Things for Small Feet

It has been a while... but I have been very busy, making, sewing, mending, schooling, kinder-ing packing, moving, unpacking, tidying.

These are my newest and cutest sewn things to show they come in new born, 3-6 month and 6-12 month sizing.

 I have been experimenting with different fabrics and textures for a soft soled 'just starting to walk' shoe too. 

I have sold a few and have some orders for some to be made! Which is fantastic.

I hope to make and sell more.

Breathe

Occasionally I am reminded about keeping 'it' simple, appreciating the moment. Breathe.

I am realising that all of the worries, stresses and anxieties that can overwhelm and cloud my spirit are given more of my power, my energy and my time than they are worthy of. Breathe.

I have found myself getting quite lost in these feelings of late - and frankly, I am just bloody tired of it. I do not like the shroud of fear, worry and angst that has settled over my world due to a situation I did not create and can not control. Breathe. Slowly-Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I have given myself over more to these feelings than I have to my family, to my friends and to those that make my heart sing and soar - the very people who have always been around, available and ready to catch me when I was ready to let it all go. Breathe. Slowly-Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

My beautiful friend had her first baby last week - a delicious bundle of loveliness - 'Ella Rose'.

I went to visit them yesterday and I spent what felt like an age just having her resting on my legs sleeping and finding myself once again lost.

Mercifully lost in the wonder and the magnitude of the new born baby.

Lost in the stark reality and simplicity of life.

Lost in the beauty and perfection of new life.

Lost in the vision of my dear friends look of absolute love and devotion to her new baby illustrated throughout her body and face.

Lost in the new identity that my friend now has - Mother.

Amazing little reality check, really. Breathe. Slowly-Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

For the wonderful new human who now has the title of "fairy god-daughter", I have made these

from found fabric.

The top (embroidered) side of the shoe is cut from the edge of a table cloth and the back and sole from some printed pink corduroy discovered in 'the stash'.

I loved making these - it's been ages since my last sewing session (dear Father) and I am feeling energised and excited to start again.

My sister's 'bestie' also had a baby last week - a boy, so I will make another pair for him - 'Samuel'.

Feeling crappy is so insidious - I have felt like I am carrying a satchel of worry and broken-ness. At times it has felt too hard to be near other people for fear of weighing them down with my negative energy.

Breathe. Slowly-Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Thankfully, mercifully, there are some amazing people out there who inspire, love, support, care, encourage and share with you. Lift you, help you to remember 'you'.

There are also baby shaped bundles of pure bliss, child sized bundles too - that look up to you with outstretched arms and call you 'Mummy'.

There are the great strong arms, broad shoulders and the gentle soul of a man so beautiful thinking about him can make me weep with the knowing that he is mine and I am his.

There are some simply wonderful people out there and I am so very grateful.

To the super fun, clever, warm and welcoming women in town who create loveliness and inspire me - I thank you.

To the family who loves me - I thank you.

To the friends from 'home' - I thank you - and I miss you!

Breathe. Slowly-Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

To the crappy shitty energy and those who wouldst revel in ugly ugly behaviour - you can sod off!

Exhale and let go.......

And now go see who else has stuff to show and tell over here

Cheers.

Felt Booties

My lovely neighbour recently had her third baby - a gorgeous wee girl.

I wasn't sure what to make for her.

I'll take a slight tangent here (or "waffle on a bit" as I have been recently advised).

Generally speaking I don't buy many gifts or 'thing's for people as I prefer to make them stuff instead.

I guess I have the romantic notion that 'handmade stuff' is made with and from love, has been given much thought, has been constructed especially for that particular person and maybe just maybe they'll like it - maybe like it enough to keep it for a long time. And one day, when they are older, they'll maybe still have that 'thing' that was made just for them because they will know that they are loved, liked, cared for, family, friend, neighbour, etc and their heart will sing.

I also have the idea that by making the 'thing' myself, the receiver of such finery will not already have one. (or at least not like the one I've just made!)

Anyway I digress....

The gift... after much thought, I remembered that a few years ago friend gave me a super simple bootie pattern made using......FELT of course!

So after a bit of cutting, pinning, blanket stitching and artistic licence....

TADAAAAAA!

These are dangerous things to make for those teetering dangerously on the cusp of having the third, fourth, fifth, second whatever numbered child would come next... VERY DANGEROUS INDEED.

Just looking at them has been the catalyst for many a "oh I'd love another baby" themed comment.

It's like looking at the clothes your own babes wore, feeling them all soft and lovely. The wave of nostalgia gently urging you to reminisce about times they were worn.

The mere sight and touch invoking all manner of maternal/paternal urge.

What do you think? Does that urge ever dissipate?