I live and craft in England (or perhaps “live to craft...”?). I love colour and I love pretty things.
I must have been a magpie or a butterfly in a previous life, such is my attraction to colourful and shiny stuff (aka, pretty, shiny things).
This blog is my attempt to make sense, and keep track, of what I make.
confessions of a fabric obsessive
No sew zone
The last few weeks (or maybe longer) my life has been full of job applications, job interviews, clearing out the house and tidying up what’s left. I rearranged my back room/study/computer room/boxroom a while ago on a whim, quickly shoving stuff into carrier bags to get them out of the way so I could paint the ceilings and the walls. I couldn’t put off unpacking those bags and putting away the contents properly any longer.
I’ve had to get on with organising myself in case I actually get offered one of the (fab) teaching jobs I’ve applied for, as well as the one-evening-a-week placement I’ve already been offered so that I can do my Certificate in Education (UK qualification that allows/qualifies me to teach adults). I went for a job interview, got offered a placement and a mentor for the course. Not a bad result, but I still need a paying job.
If I manage to pull this off, I would be teaching an evening class one evening a week, attending university a day a week both during term time and working a “normal” job four days a week as well. I say a four days a week because I know my limits and a part-time course, part-time placement on to of a full-time five-day-a-week job would be way too much for me to handle. Not that I’m panicking at all (maybe just a little bit, eeek!)
Not much sewing has been done since I finished this bathmat.
In fact, absolutely no sewing at all has been done. My whole life has been a no sew zone (sniff).
My WIPs are in exactly the same parlous state they were last month and now threatening to take over my living room. I sew in my living room: it has a lot of daylight and no-one moans about all my fabric. My Pile Of Shame (aka my mending) is still as embarrassingly shameful as it was last time I posted a photo of it so I won’t bore you with that one.
I know that I haven’t shown you my upcycled bags (mostly because I haven’t finished the purple one), and there are probably a few other things that have temporarily escaped my mind.
I am still incredibly behind on my Block of the Months (Blocks of the Month?). I wasn’t going to post about the new BOM for July (where did June go?), but I thought I’d look at the new blocks on Craftsy, if only for entertainment value.
Dresden Plate Blocks, oh dear.
I thought that the hand sewing on the paper piecing blocks back in April would be a stumbling block (sorry for the pun). If you’re wondering what a Dresden Plate block is….
…using parallelograms rather than squares or rectangles (I did tell you that my other life is a maths-teacher-for-adults right?).
Oh dear, oh de
ar oh dear.
and it uses the same idea of piecing parallelograms to make a circle.
Now I have two completely different things to panic about, the July BOM and a potential university course (let me explain that I went to university once, I loved my course, the campus and the wonderful staff, but it didn’t go well, broke my heart to quit and I’m still on the tablets, enough said?).
I even tried to avoid going to university by tracking down the same course on a college campus instead, but the college that used to do the course I now need, now doesn’t. Insert rude word here. In the meantime I have to write a university application, revise my own maths skills to make sure I pass that particular assessment, work on my telephone skills so that I can pass the telephone interview/speaking
and listening assessment for the course after I’ve submitted the application (did I mention I have a slight hearing problem on top of my dyslexia?).
And get a job.
Right now, I can only quote the late (and great) Douglas Adams and Dad’s Army, and a certain poster, towel and mug logo
Organisational Queen (and still slightly panicking,) Claire Bear
( I really wanted to have a bear version of Munch’s “The Scream” instead of my ClaireBear logo here, but…)