Thursday, May 13, 2010
On Monday, as predicted, there was undie trouble. The eldest girl-kid went to school in middle boy-kid jocks and the middle boy-kid wore his bathers. The week began with general disgruntlement from the two aforementioned and poorly hidden bemusement from moi. Meanwhile, the weather has plummeted to frigid sub zero-ness, (give or take a degree) and the undie supply has been a fly-by-the-seat-of-the-pants, day-to-day proposition. This is because I have ventured out to the clothesline (or anywhere) on a need-only basis. I appear to be hibernating. Certainly not laundering.
I did wander unnecessarily into the world once – in response to a spontaneous and pressing woolly blanket need. Four op/thrift/charity shops and 35 minutes later and I’m entirely ignoring the dirty-undie-etc pile and machine washing my finds to within an inch of their blanketness.
Utterly stage struck by Kate’s blanket dress, my original kid tunic plans morphed logically into a hot water bottle cover. This time of year, seventy per cent of of our house has a default setting for south of Antarctica. Hot water bottles ensure everyone keeps their extremities.
While I am thoroughly chuffed with the ‘cosy’ factor and beside myself with shock that I managed to pull this off during kid waking hours, (simultaneous with bead necklace threading, book reading complete with convincing character voices and finger knitting – but no laundry), there is a small design fault. I could do with a hands free version. Backpack style straps for easy portability.
Next up, cosy blanket undies.
You know where to go for that My Creative Space place.