Thursday, September 29, 2011
Which is something I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN with that breezy half-pledge to come over all blogging blogger. Only a parent living in her very own dream scape could contemplate such a happening at the BEGINNING of school holidays. (I have a slow-on-the-uptake gene).
Also born with a leave-things-to-the-very-last-minute gene, I began work on my Bunting Swap at 10pm the night before the postal deadline. I have never made bunting before. Pretty easy, I thought and already with a plan in mind, I started hacking into my treasured collection of misprinted and practice run linen tea towels. I sewed all these hacked up bits back together and, like Nic, fell in love all over again with the wrong side of the fabric.
’Course all that seam business on a heavyweight linen does not for nice bunting make. At midnight I started a new set.
In the morning, the weather was not conducive to pieces of ‘bunt’ gaily swaying in a light breeze for photographic posing purposes. The trampoline was hovering on take-off; the gale blowing spring blossom like snow flurries.
The hardy third kid, who also drives a hard bargain, (yes – but if we can make cake!), agreed to huddle against the shelter of the fence and tightly hold a bit of string.
I timed the sending of the five packages to perfection. The heavens opened and Someone Up Above tipped a bucket of water on my head just as I reached the postbox a few puddles in front of the postal guy.
It has come to my attention that the Bunting Swap deadline was extended. Ahem. Funny, I do vaguely recall that particular email whizzing right by my left ear. So now I am busy smugly basking in the afterglow of a deadline NAILED, waaaay ahead of time, for the first time in my whole entire life.