Childhood Singer memories and my new love

I popped in to see my dad yesterday at his new place with his workshop in the garden. He too loves to collect things, upcycle and make new things with his exceptional talent crafting wood. As usual we mused over childhood memories and I am again struck by how old he has started to look, my mind knows he is in his late 70's but my heart (and I am sure his too) just can't make that connection.
Anyway, it was lovely...we talked about his career in the merchant navy years before I was born and he showed me a small archive of photo's of the ships he sailed on and family members I was born too late to meet. I love afternoons like that, learning new things about people you have known all your life just enhances the connection you have.
We also joked about some of my childhood memories...the smack and scratch (a kitchen utensil that my dad would chase me and my little sister with causing squeals of laughter) and then my dad showed me the Singer he had picked up recently from a Charity shop and I remembered my mum's.
My mum had this beautiful peddle Singer when I was a child, I remember the darkness of the cabinet and the sound of the rocking motion with such warmth that the memory of the machine itself is a pure happy place. When I see a Singer (there is a little shop down the Lanes in Brighton that has a beautiful window display of  them) it always causes this deep warm cosy feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's amazing how an object can do that, like a piece of music, almost as if it's a time machine and transports you back just for a moment.
I left my dad taking with me one of the beautiful rocking horses he makes and the Singer! I can not express how excited I am to own one. It is a hand turn model, beautiful and the stitches it sews are perfect! I hear you can have them converted to electric but I just don't know if i can do it, that feels like a betrayal to the beauty of it, although it's possible it will be used a lot more if I do. Oh, it's such a dilemma but for now I am happy to just look at it in all it's beauty and smile with the warmth of the happy memories of my mum.

Today, it's A&E with my teen then hopefully some finishing off of the embroidery I have been doing for the adorable tot and who knows what else the day may bring.
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Trousers you can make in a nap time?! Fabulous :)

Just popping in to share these trousers with you - my tot thinks they are the most amazing things in the world! If she is not wearing them then they are usually being dragged around under her arm or being squeezed to death accompanied by a tear inducing 'I wuv my mickey trousers'.

I snapped up the idea from prudent baby how-to-sew-pants - click the link if you want a really easy tutorial with pics on how to make your little one some 'pants'. I just wanted to be able to recreate a pair of pj trousers she has in a light cotton as eczema means no shorts (little fingers cause alot of damage) and it has been far too warm for leggings.

Having decided to use a thinner elastic for a lighter feel around her little waist, I changed the hem/seams allowance, and ironed on a mickey. It took me just a nap time to complete them (from pattern to finish) and I used a 40cm piece of fabric I had bought in error for a different project. Brilliant!

Tonight is the eve of my beautiful teen returning home - can't wait to squeeze her! She returns with her leg in a cast after tripping on the beach, poor lovely needs a mummy hug and I can't wait to give her one. Already though, I am wondering how long and for how much she will milk the injury...time will tell.

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I have started this blog to share my ideas and thoughts about all the things I love...vintage, retro, upcycling, fairtrade, home baking, my family and home...the list could go on forever! I am not an expert on any of these things - a novice of life is how I put it but I am enthusiastic and I hope you enjoy the tales of my trials and tribulations with all!
Why now? Well I kind of thought why not now? My beautiful teen is off in the south of France having a ball at summer camp and instead of joining her down there we are on a forced 'staycation' due to our adorable tot coming down with chicken pox. So, we are home with no pressures on time and I am a little mindful that there are a few little chores I could will soon be doing - scrubbing out beautiful teens room (whilst wearing protective clothing), finding some order to the study/craft room/guest room and the minor issue of the paint having been under the stairs for the kitchen revamp for what?...Shh..three months now.
But, I am also determined to be on holiday and if I can't go away then I will enjoy my time at home doing some of the things that I put off just because they are a bit selfish, they are for me and me alone. Don't get me wrong I advocate on the behalf of selfishness - really believe that a little bit of selfishness is good for you, keeps you balanced, realigns the order in the world but the hours in the day are short and without trying to sound like a martyr to the cause of working and/or parenthood - I really just don't have the time to be that selfish very often.
Luckily, on the whole, the adorable tot is on good form and on the mend - and currently sleeping. So I will dig out the floor boards that I am sure were last seen in/under the teens room, find an order to the S/C/G room if only to allow for more creative mess and I will at least think about the revamp... but I have started this so selfish box ticked for today