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Roots and Wings

Today, as I watch my two smiley little faces, I really realised that although I’m trying my best, I just can’t protect my kids enough.

I have a daughter that ‘doesn’t fit’, she is more like me in ways than I ever fully realised whilst I was growing up. The kid that’s too loud, headstrong, bossy, needs attention, doesn’t go with the main, and in her endeavours to do the right thing and gain respect, becomes a target as she’s sensitive.

I am lucky she never really wants to spend hours of her time interacting with others over devices (spends her time reading, making dance routines or watching baking videos) but today I realise is the easy target- the one to get an instant rise – the one subjected to the others jokes, dislike and pranks. I ask myself why?

She is abrasive to them, the one minimally accepted…the kid that is just too extrovert, rubs up the wrong way whilst most of the time, is just wanting to please and be accepted.

It’s a real case of ‘I open my mouth and my mother comes out’ and my genetics have cursed her… She stands up for herself and becomes easy cannon fodder. No one really seems to stand her for too long and if there is any disagreement, she tries so hard to defend herself, she comes off worse. Marmite I call it, with not many that want their personalised jar…

It’s taken 36 years to learn the brush off (and to gain some proper strong supportive friends) but I don’t want that late start for my own babies…I want people to see the weird and embrace it, for them to know she is confident, kind and so very loving. She will always stand up for her beliefs but more than that; those dear to her…her opinions are strong but are not there to overpower, and she may not always be right but will fight for truth…

Growing up is hard, and I don’t know what’s happened to make this next generation have no real particular solid bonds or allegiance – we are in a dog eat dog world – where it appears easier to take a step on someone than offer a hand to help them up.

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It all began with Betty…..

Well..this is all new to me…Wordpress I mean…I did once have a dabble in the world of blogging but I got too confused by all the techy talk and ran to the hills…
But..I wanted to move in the direction of a possible blog attached to a web domain, “thinking outside of my nine dots”, as my nan would say, to a possible larger market for my little old Betty and Peg.

And talking of Betty, that’s what brings me here…as without the lovely Betty May Ansett, I would not be as fortunate to sew on my lovely Frister Rossmann Cub which is my pride and joy for creating all my crafty bits – an inherited gem – although I fear one day soon I may have to cheat on the poor old gal (the machine that is) as if I’m to carry on crafting, I’m gonna need some muscle behind the material and some fight to my fabric to bite the bullet and invest in a machine that can take my makes to the next level – to have a needle finish up out of a garment would be such a luxury!

I’m sure most of us learn to sew in the laps of our “olds”, and it is something that we as adults treasure, especially knowing how impatient it can make you, when you just wanna push that 7yr old outta the way to take charge of that little bear she’s been trying to sew for the last half hour…but we relent, and smile and let our little darling carry on humming her happy tune whilst she attaches Babbitbaby’s arm into place.

But for me, it didn’t come naturally, I did not inherit any skill from a long line of machinists or natural self garmenting fashionistas. I’ve had to learn it all from scratch; from simply learning that my machine winds a bobbin, rather than winding it by hand (yes I really did do that once!) – to creating a complex pattern to recover an armchair (I did do that!) and that’s all thanks to a wonderful lady, my sewing tutor Deborah Good – check her out here: or – she must have the patience of a saint, to be able to show me the ropes or in this case piping cord.

Well, I think I’ve said enough for a first post….and I’m hoping after writing in that little ‘About Me’ box up top that it actually shows on this page to give all a bit more of an idea who this crazy lady is; sitting, hiding behind her ipad, writing in her very loud lounge surrounded by very loud little people….off to make a brew…

and is like a cup of tea….it’s all in how you make it 🙂