Busy fingers in attempts to drown out noise of screaming baby with the clack clack clack of needles…
Limited success on the drowning out front, but great success on the creativity front.
This mobile was so much fun to make. It feels a little bit ‘Blue Peter’ in that it uses up old buttons, a wire coat hanger and scraps of fabric. All that’s missing is the washing up liquid bottle…
Also finished off this scrummy little vest for my new nephew, Harry. That kind of name requires vintagey-looking buttons and a homespun look about him, don’t you think?…
My little madam has been a little monster for most of the day – oh, please, let’s put our lovely daughter in a carseat for four hours to go meet Harry. That will be just splendid.
Frankly, I could leave her in a lay-by and no one would know. Apart from the fact that I’ve just told the internet.
If anyone finds a moody, but incredibly well-dressed, baby somewhere off the M1 tonight, she’ll more than likely answer to ‘Tilly’. By screaming.
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