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So my plan was to not write another personal blog for a bit, stick to the crafty bits and all that, and in a way this is a crafty one, but its also an ‘Oh heck I was awake at 5.45 thinking about this’ one. I better explain, eh?

The main reason I started this blog was to give me something to do other than look after J and hold down paid employment. Obviously those two things alone should be enough, but the mind does rather go on strike when given only Iggle Piggle for conversational company. So I thought I would blog about making things, and that would mean that I made stuff and that would be good. And it is. So last night I started a silversmithing course in the belief that it would both interesting and I would Learn Something New and I could blog about it. And it was interesting and I did Learn Something New (who else knows what a pickle is?!)but mainly my thought was how the bloomin heck am I going to afford this?! I guessed I’d have to pay for the metals myself but the tools too? Ouch! What if I’m rubbish? What if I hate it? I was the only person there with no previous experience and while I’m sure the learning curve will be great do I really have time to fit something else like this in my life? I mean, its 8 o’clock, dinners not on and I’ve already spent an hour battling with feedburner – how many new skills do I want?!

But on the other hand, isn’t it nice to do something new? And isn’t it good to feel obliged to blog something, to make that commitment to changing your life, blog by blog, tweet by tweet and late dinner by late dinner. So I guess that’s it and if I’ve committed to doing a blog then I have to follow it through, bravely hold out the credit card and leap in with both feet. I’m still not 100% sure if its a good thing or not, but at least I don’t moan about being bored anymore.

So a little while ago my step mum asked me if I’d like her slow cooker. It was brand new in the box as she had a spare and it would apparently save me loads of time and effort cooking. “Yes please!” says I, and promptly popped it into my garage where it lived for the next six months.

Reader, I was an idiot.

The slow cooker is as essential to any kitchen as a bottle of wine and a packet of chocolate hobnobs. View Post

What do you mean you don’t want to make your own blood bag?! Nice bit of crochet anyone?? Tsk…. people today….ok, so here’s the story of why I’m supporting The Blood Bag Project and then hopefully you’ll all want to join in with a little craft project of your own.

When I was pregnant with Jacob I had one of those gloriously uneventful pregnancys. Yes, I had morning sickness, was knackered and just generally felt bleugh, but my midwife appointments were always done in super quick time and there were no issues. I was happy, and who wouldn’t be?

The issue was in actually giving birth. I joked for years that we wouldn’t have kids as there was no way a child was coming out of ‘down there’ and typically the joke backfired. Due date came and went and still I was sat on my sofa eating cheese on toast and watching Top Gear on Dave. Eventually the induction was booked and 13 days overdue husband and I braved the snow storms and toddled along to the hospital.

13 days overdue – Prostaglandin. No sign of labour but ‘Help, I’m a Celebrity’ is hotting up.

14 days overdue – morning – Get doctor to break my waters. Surely the baby will arrive now? Having had 5 weeks at home with only mumsnet and Jeremy Clarkson for company (possibly not a common mixture) I have scoured the advice and figured that if I’m not getting my lovely water hippy birth then I want industrial amounts of drugs please. Refuse Syntocinon until I get an epidural, thus pleasantly avoiding any of that rather nasty sounding contraction stuff. Erstwhile doctor still decides though that he cba with a tourniquet and uses a rubber glove, squirting my blood all over the room. Nice.

14 days overdue – lunchtime – Contractions apparently quite hard. Read interesting article in Grazia.

14 days overdue – dinnertime –  Midwives crank drip right up. Not much on tele is there…

14 days overdue – evening – body refusing to comply, not dilating, fed up, nothing on tele, read all magazines, agree to c-section

15 days overdue – in for the c-section, doctors open me up, pull out baby, and then, umm, I’m not quite sure. Because at this point I start to do what I think is fall asleep due to my rather long day reading magazines, but which I’m reliably informed is more likely to be due to me blacking out due to blood loss.

I lost five pints. My husband got told that they ‘wouldn’t like to promise’ that they could save me. I (when I was occasionally with it) got told that everything ‘should’ be ok, but there was a fair chance of losing my womb. I spent three hours on the operating table, which isn’t much fun when you also consider that the poor quality design means you can actually see whats going on reflected on the ceiling.

Anyway, I lived. Which is a good thing. It was a bit dicey for the first couple of days, and it was a while before I had the strength to look after my son, but Jacob was healthy which I am always grateful for, and if its a choice between me going through that and him then I choose me every time.

Jacob in the hospital, awwww!

I did feel a bit funny though about the whole blood thing. Not enough to really justify talking about generally, and besides ‘I might have died but I didn’t’ seemed an unreasonable moan. But enough to occasionally stare out at the sea and just think that actually, if it hadn’t been for people who I don’t know and who I’ll never meet, my husband wouldn’t have a wife and my son would never get to see his mum.

So I’m thankful, but in a way that I can’t really put in words.

So this is why I’m supporting The Blood Bag Project. Because I can’t thank the people who helped me, but I can help someone else who needs help. If you would be so kind as to look at their website, read Chloe’s story and help to raise a bit of awareness, it would be much appreciated. And if you want to crochet your own blood bag, then that would be grand too.

Ok, before we start, you’re thinking ‘Tea towel? Really??’ Yes, really, and here’s why:

1) Anyone who visits your house will be horribly impressed that you make your own tea towels and therefore must be a Super Efficient sort

2) You can design them to fit in with the colour scheme or theme of your kitchen

3) They are actually super easy to do

Most importantly, these are no normal tea towels. No sir, these are Keep Your Eyes on the Prize tea towels and therefore I have lovingly stencilled a picture of some wine on it. Because, ahem, I am not super keen on housework where as I am quite keen on sitting on my bottom drinking wine.

To make your own tea towel you will need:

Some fabric – half a metre should make you two. I used lightweight cotton because it was all the fabric shop near me had and I generally leave everything to drip dry but linen or heavyweight cotton should also work well

Sewing machine – again, you could do by hand but its a faff

Fabric paints – I use speedball fabric ones so I can use them for screen printing too

A4 paper, a pen, a craft knife, a sponge and a bit of cardboard

First of all make your tea towel. You need to cut your cotton big enough to allow you to turn the hems in twice so it won’t fall apart after a couple of uses. I did 52x68cm which is a 2cm seem allowance.

Turn the hems in 1cm and then iron, do it again and then iron so its ready to sew.

Sew round the outer edge and inner edge of your seem. You could get away with just doing the one row of stitching, but quite frankly it won’t take you much longer and it will look and last much better.

Et voila! You’ve made a tea towel! Easy Huh?

Ok so the next step is to print your patten. On your piece of paper draw a nice picture, something big will be a lot easier for you to print than anything with little faffy bits. Cut the stencil out using your craft knife. Place your tea towel on your cardboard (because the paint will destroy your table) and place your stencil on your tea towel.

Draw a nice, easy big patten

Either mix your own colour paint using a mixture of colours or choose the paint you want. Lightly dip your sponge in the paint and dab it onto your stencil until all the gaps are filled. Your printing will look nice and homemade. That’s fine, but if you do want cleaner edges then you need to use a silk screen. Remove the stencil and you are done!

Most paints will require you to dry and iron your lovely new design in so it doesn’t come off in the washing machine but other than that you’re ready to go, and if you must, really must do the housework, at least you can do it while admiring your gorgeous new crafting skills.


So when I first started a blog I told myslf there were certain rules I would abide to. I would post at least once a week. I wouldn’t mention my son at all and I wouldn’t do meme’s. Like most rules I make up for myself there was absolutely no logic behind this what so ever, so when Thefabulousmomsguide tagged me into this meme I thought it would probably make more sense to do it that to refuse for a rule I made up for no reason.

So here we go, these are the ten things I tell myself everyday;

1) Do not make stupid rules to live by for no reason. They will ostracise you from polite society and make you look like a twit.

2) WordPress is designed in a way specifically to annoy you. It is not just you. In some countries they probably us wordpress as a form of torture.

3) Chocolate sprinkles on skinny lattes are calorie free. Even if they are an inch thick.

4) (At 8am) Today is the day I am finally going to get on top of the housework. Definitely.

5) (At mid-day) Today is the day I am going to get on top of most of the housework. Definitely. Except for the ironing. And obviously the hoovering. Probably not going to get round to fixing the door locks either but the rest will get done.

Today may be the day the hoover escapes from under the bed. Or it may not be...

6) (At 8pm) Today is the day I am going to get absolutely no housework done. I will however panic clean for ten minutes then blame my husband / child / cat for the ensuing chaos.

7) My hair is not messy. It is interesting, verging on artistic.

8)  Nobody ever lied on their deathbed and wished they’d spent more time in the office.

9) To the best of my knowledge, nobody ever lied on their deathbed wishing they’d spent more time messing about on the internet. However, that doesn’t mean I’m going to risk being that person.

10) Rice cakes are for toddlers, large scale flapjack consumption marks me out as a grown up.

Done, phew! Off to avoid some more housework and think about my next project, but in the meantime I’m going to tag:




All of whom also have lovely blogs so do go check them out!