On the working side of life, I’ve been making cushions using the designs I usually print on pillow cases. I was keen to maintain the patchworky random look, so no two will ever be the same.
Still experimenting with sizes and layout – but it’s a brilliant way to use up small pieces of fabric left over from the bedspreads. The Kalk Bay shop has expressed an interest, but they would want the cushions to be a standard size. “Standard” – hmmm, a strange concept for me, I’ll have to give it some thought….
On the domestic front, we received three offers on the house within 24 hours of it being on show. We happily accepted the best one, and transfer is scheduled for the end of May. Aaaaaaannnnd, best news of all, Philip and I are now the proud new owners of a beautiful house in Claremont (a suburb of Cape Town about 10 minutes drive from where we currently live). It’s green and leafy and quiet, and the house is perfect for two people who both work from home and who like to entertain (on a relatively modest basis). It’s been wonderfully and attractively modernised, in pristine condition, and we don’t have to make a single change. So, 1 June will see quite a few removal trucks rumbling along in various directions between Mowbray, Rosebank and Claremont – housewarming to follow soon after :) Deep sigh of relief, gratitude and contentment!
Carnival over. A most enjoyable and successful event for Jam Tarts, ably assisted by Senior Co-Manager Rob. Not much stock left, and many orders taken. I believe a day of rest with some chocolate thrown in is on the cards.
Have a great Sunday, everyone :)
When Alex was small, I once made her a rabbit. I found the pattern in a library book and it’s the nicest rabbit pattern I’ve ever come across – but I have no recollection of the original book nor do I wish to waste time by tracking it down – so, when it was time to make a rabbit for a friend’s new granddaughter, my only option was to undress and dismember Rabbit One in order to cut a new pattern.
There she is, poor thing, headless, earless and naked as a jaybird.
Ta-da! Meet Rabbit Two, sporting a patchwork frock trimmed with pompoms and a silk headscarf.
Now to re-attach Rabbit One’s head and ears, and hope I haven’t scarred her for life.
We’re very partial to rabbits around here. Rob has a silver playboy bunny on a chain round his neck (which I gave him!). Alex had a baby dwarf rabbit when she was five, but before I’d had time to buy a hutch some hungry predator must have spotted him. I had a rabbit when I was a little girl in Blackpool, I remember going to the pet shop with my parents. My mother said What are you going to call it? I said Rose. She said You can’t call a rabbit Rose. Sooty is better. Not long after that, we emigrated to South Africa but Sooty couldn’t come with us.
Pic of white rabbit from glogster.
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When you don’t eat eggs, of course!
Zween made the sweetest rabbit egg cosy ever (find her pattern here) and so I had to give it a go. But no-one eats soft-boiled eggs in my house so I figured the best thing was to sew up his bum and let him just be a rabbit.
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