Monday, October 5, 2009
The night the clocks went back was celebrated sleeping in the same bed as the Mr who averaged thirteen coughs per minute and a two year old who stayed fairly consistent at thirty three, while further upping the ante with the ‘notty nose’ five minute wakings and ensuing tissue/nose gropings. Thrice I was wakened from a daze-like slumber by a wet sneeze directed into my face from less than two inches away. I am grateful the Mr wasn’t the author of those.
Thus it was a slow-motion, pottering, knittering, newspaper-reading, washing on the line, RICE PUDDING BAKING sort of Sunday. And that, there is the evidence of my earth-wifey-motherliness. I hate rice pudding. Something to do with a sudden bout of childhood gastro, a persistent rice grain and a nostril. The Mr has never had one such experience, (or not at least, directly after consuming rice pud) – plus he’s English, so it’s his favourite dessert.
He can thank Trish at Treacle Beak for the sudden inspiration after I stumbled across her recipe. I admit I have (luke)warmed to the stuff – the others loved it. Even if it did become afternoon tea (proper, even with nice spoons) but didn’t accessorise the as yet unroasted chook (so ending my earth-wifey-motherliness). Instead we took the eldest two on a last-day-of-holidays jaunt to see the latest animated brilliance from Pixar.*
Over the weekend I was also doing little internal shout out hoorays, because I can now achieve small amounts of incidental craft while everyone else amuses themselves and makes their own snack (even and most enthusiastically the littlest). So it was that this handprinted, using water-based, solvent-free inks, 100% natural linen tea towel...
...became an apron. A random lucky win for being a follower at Thea and Sami’s, one look at my prize and I knew it could never be a mere dish dryer in this house. I used some of the Ikea fabric stash for the apron waistband/tie, because I reckon those circles look like fishy air bubbles.
* We opted for the (highly recommended) 3D ‘Up’ version, so the tears from all that undignified sobbing I did, pooled at the bottom of Clark Kent style glasses. It was while watching the movie that our popcorn dinner was consumed. Supreme un-earthwifemother in 3D vision AND surround sound...