I am sure we put the clock's forward at the weekend, surely that means it's spring now? Then why is it so bitterly cold, wet and windy? It feels like winter has returned with a vengeance, just as I turned the heating down!
I have faith though, our weather can change very quickly and the sun will soon be out, our coats hung up, sandals on and the outdoors will seem like a nice place to be.
I have added lots of Spring floral fabrics to the website this week, perfect for dressmaking, curtains, quilting and other small textile projects.
And how about this wonderful Eames era Humpty Dumpty fabric? Isn't it wonderful?
Just to remind you all that I will be at the Dairy House Textile and Costume Day on April 11th, a week on Sunday, with my wares so if you are coming, do please come and say hello.
Easter is fast approaching and I am glad for the school holidays. My little Lizzy has decided that she really really doesn't like school anymore. I can't seem to find a reason why, she just doesn't like it. On Monday I was called to pick her up at Lunch time as she had been crying all morning and they were afraid that she was unwell. She came skipping out with me and her big sister and spent a happy afternoon with us. The next morning she was back to crying, big heaving, shoulder shaking sobs and fat tears which break my heart. I am just hoping that the break will give her a change of heart and she will go back to enjoying school. I can't bear to see her cry.
She has some funny ideas about Easter and religion which make me laugh (inwardly of course). She is obssessed with the song, There is a green hill far away and makes me play it for her on youtube. She likes the mention of blood especially and looks serious at that point, shaking her head and saying 'blood mummy'.
She had her friend over for a playdate, and they were watching tv. She came and asked me, with a very sad voice, to put a dvd on for them which I did. I said that she didn't need to be sad when she asked me, I was happy to do it for her. 'Oh I'm not sad about that Mummy, I am sad about the story of Jesus because in the end he dies'. 'I know sweetheart', I said, 'it is sad'. 'Yes', she said, 'the baddies came and put a prickly helmet on him and in the Easter holidays he died'!