Monday, October 13, 2014

thirteen..






Can you believe it, thirteen!  I can't.

This beautiful boy who fills me with awe, and pride and so much love.  

I look at him and he makes me smile.  Actually, I look at him and listen to him talk, with his shakey pitchy voice, and I can't help but giggle.  Watching him move into this new phase of his life is giving us so much joy right now. I know things will most likely change, that's what they say isn't it, the years ahead are supposed to be our toughest yet. But right now, he is joy, and we are loving watching him grow.

I listen to his thoughts, his ideals, his plans for the future and I'm so overwhelmed by all that he is and all he might be. I'm also completely terrified as his independence broadens, of all that lies ahead in the near and distant future, and I pray that he is wise and sensible and has good judgement.

This boy who made me a mother has taught me so much, and we continue to learn from one another every day. He's always been a little beyond his years, an old head on young shoulders, perhaps experiences have shaped him this way. He's faced a lot of challenges in his young life already, and its been hard, really hard.  He doesn't realise just yet, but through his courage he's made a difference, and that's a pretty incredible thing.

Now, as I watch him grow, I don't see him changing so much as I see him becoming more of who he is. His confidence, his humour, his expectations and perceptions.  It's like watching a butterfly ever so gradually emerge, and I'm completely fascinated by him.



Wednesday, September 10, 2014

a pattern for you..


I've been overwhelmed by lovely people admiring my ribbed cowls lately, so I thought it was high time I shared the pattern with you all.

This one is  l u s h !  It's enormous and incredibly soft with super drape, and it is one of the fastest projects you will ever make.  I would love to see this as a simple long open ended scarf too, I think it would be quite stunning all loosely wrapped around and hanging.


Little feet interrupting my shoot and standing right in the middle of the cowl give you an idea of the scale.  It's big.

I chose 'Hudson' by Vera Moda for the yarn which is a wool/acrylic blend, simply because it was the fattest yarn I could find.  Something in a thick cotton or jersey could be nice too.  I have also used a 10mm hook to create the airy drape element.

Using this size yarn creates a cowl which measures approx. 60cm high x 48cm wide this might vary depending on your tension.  I like to keep my tension quite loose.

So to break it down..

350 grams of super chunky yarn (the actual size wasn't on the label)
10mm hook and loose hands for airy drape


To begin, I have chained 50 plus 1 (this is my turning stitch)

First Row..
1 treble into the back loop of each chain all the way to the end
chain 1 and turn your work


Second Row..
just like your first row, 1 treble into the back stitch of each treble in the previous row, do this all the way to the end
chain 1 and turn your work

Subsequent Rows..
Repeat as per row 2 until your work is the desired width

After about the third row, you'll be able to see the rib effect taking shape

To finish..
Tie off your yarn, leaving a long tail.  Make sure it's long enough to stitch your cowl's sides together.
Fold your cowl in half, the ribs running vertical (running straight up and down).
Using a tapestry needle, join your sides.  Be careful to keep your stitches neat and you'll find they will be almost invisible when you hold/wear your cowl.
Weave in your ends.


And that's that! So easy!

Give it a go and maybe you could do a post to show us your finished product.  If you do, share your link here in the comments, I'd love to see!


Friday, August 29, 2014

her birth story..

It's taken me eighteen months to get around to writing this, but the words were not there before now.  Now, as our breastfeeding story is coming to an end and I'm feeling nostalgic and a little bit emotional.  I fed her the longest out of all of my babies, and I've loved every single moment.  I'm going to miss her chubby hands caressing my skin as she goes into her milk zone daze, she takes me with her and it is so peaceful and beautiful, that place that only she and I share. Yes, I will miss it a lot.

Her story is different from the others, it was the only time I'd ever had to be induced.  It was frightening, unfamiliar and unknown, but it had to happen this way because I discovered in my eighth month that I had a condition called Cholestasis.

I'd never heard of this before, and coincidentally, I'm finding it pop up on medical and pregnancy sites so often of late.  It seems to be a lot more common than I thought, yet nobody really knows about it. Cholestasis is a liver condition that can be caused due to an abundance of pregnancy hormones which hinder the breakdown of bile salts, forcing them to build up in your blood and reducing the flow of oxygen through the body.  It was in my eighth month that I had a couple of episodes of nausea which I hadn't experienced since the first trimester, and never at this stage in previous pregnancies.  I began to feel an increase in the severity of my everyday itchiness, but I didn't think much of it, putting it down to the usual stretching skin and fluid retention.  But then, the itching became so intense on the palms of my hands and my feet that I struggled to find relief, feeling drawn to the cool roughness of our garden stones and the course sand in the ocean. I'd twist and turn, burying my feet as far as they could go.  It became constant and it was then that Nick forced me to check it out with our doctor.  

Everything changed from that moment.  He ordered me to have a blood test immediately.  He was cool, calm and reassuring, but there was an urgency in his tone and I knew it was serious. You see Cholestasis can be fatal, the bile acids and/or lack of oxygen flowing through the blood to the placenta can cause stillbirth.

I was lucky and, to this day, with all that went on in the early days of the pregnancy (you can read about that here),  I believe wholeheartedly that this doctor was sent to us by greater powers.  He had sadly and tragically experienced the unthinkable outcome of this condition with a patient early in his career and was so switched on to its symptoms.  He told me the story afterwards. We'll be forever grateful to him for managing us so well.

So with three weeks to go before our due date, my doctor, our hero, arranged for me to be induced. The timing could not have been more inconvenient, but we were certainly not going to argue.  I was to be induced the day before the first day of the school year.  Mother guilt and fretting began to take hold, not to mention that we were only a month into running our own business which in that very week was still to this day the busiest week we've ever had! Needless to say, stress levels and blood pressure were climbing.


I found myself mentally and emotionally shutting out everything that wasn't within my immediate control.  Mum had come to stay and was going to manage the boys and their first days of school, I had to let Nick do whatever he had to do to manage the business, and I had to concentrate solely on birthing this baby.

I kissed my boys goodbye, told them I loved them and would be thinking of them on their first day of school.  They were wonderful.  Soldiering on amongst, what seemed to me, total chaos.  Yet, it all seemed so...structured.  Checking into the hospital felt strange, every other time labour had been in full swing.   We went straight in for our scheduled CTG, with my doctor coming in soon after to administer the prostoglandin.  We were pretty certain this would bring everything on fairly quickly considering it was my fourth time around.  I truly thought we'd have our baby in our arms within a few short hours.  I was taken to the pre-labour ward to wait for things to begin.  We waited and waited, Nick took work calls and co-ordinated jobs.  Afternoon became night time and I realised this could take a lot longer than I imagined.  Nick went home to be with the boys to try to keep things as normal as possible, I tried to settle in and to get some rest but it was quite impossible with all that goes on in hospitals. Sirens, p.a announcements, hysterical patients and all the visitors to the lady next to me, so many visitors, she hadn't even had the baby yet!

By the early hours of the morning, with no sign of labour, I was beginning to feel really annoyed.  I was annoyed because the night before I went to bed early and had such a good night sleep, I'd spent the day being calm and preparing my mind. I felt strong and ready.  Now, here I was exhausted and sleep deprived and feeling far from strong!

At 5am, I was moved into the birth suite where I would wait for my doctor to arrive and break my waters.  I sat up to a cup of tea and toast,  and all I could think about was that I should have been at home with my boys taking their first day photos and seeing them into their new grades.

Nick soon arrived, half expecting a baby on my chest, or at least for me to be bent over heaving with contractions.  A bit of a let down, but all the more time to keep organising work and the jobs were pouring in!  The doctor came to assess me and then broke my waters.  Now I was sure we were about to have a baby.  I was hooked up to a mobile CTG so the baby's heartbeat was under constant supervision.  The hours ticked by, I walked laps of the room strapped in wires, dragging this machine around with me.  I went through almost my entire supply of carefully packed hospital underwear before I decided that it was just more practical to wear a towel. We paced, I ate. Nick ran out to do a shoot and returned, still nothing.  Not even the slightest cramp.

By 5pm, more than 24 hours since we arrived, this baby was not even close to coming out.  In walks my doctor, once again all cool and calm, but just like before I could sense his urgency around getting this baby out and safely into my arms.  The next step was the Oxytocin IV, and if that didn't work it was to be an emergency cesarian.  The idea of all of this felt so foreign and so unnatural after 3 natural drug free births.  It was difficult to accept, but we would do anything to ensure this baby was born safe and healthy.

They started with low doses of the oxytocin, increasing it every half hour before contractions finally began.  Finally!! This was good.  I was exhausted from lack of sleep and all the waiting, but I was willing the pain, I wanted to feel it, I needed to feel it and to know this baby was on its way.  For the first time, I was restricted to the bed. Not being able to move around to distract from the intensity of the pain took such focus and control.  I don't know where that comes from. Somewhere deep within. It's a strength that we have, us mothers, its incredibly primal and raw and it is there when we need it the most.

I would breathe through the contractions, everything around me disappearing into a fog, conversations between Nick and the midwife soft muffled sound in the distance.  The midwife was amazing, as they are.  She was so in tune with what I needed and sensed very quickly that I didn't require back rubs, encouragement or comforting, she could see I was in another place.  Then the contraction would ease and she'd be right there, back on deck and ready to monitor the wires and my pillows.

Nick always knows when its about to happen.  He spends the whole time checking in, asking what I need but knowing I don't want anything, I'm in my birthing zone.  It's when I take hold of his hand that he knows.  This is when the pain becomes almost more than I can bare.  This is it, and he braces himself to be my strength, and to watch this baby come into the world.  This is it.

It's the best part, that last push.  The hardest, but the best.  And then you feel her little body slide, literally slide, right out all wet and wavey-like, there is nothing like that feeling, its so hard to describe.



Now relief and exhaustion and elation.
Suddenly there are lots of people around and I don't know where they came from. With my body trembling, they lift her up and put her on my chest and she is so beautiful.  This tiny, tiny divine little being, all warm and sticky and purplish and perfect, and she's crying the daintiest little cry.

My doctor arrived then.  He just missed it. After all the waiting, labour itself was very quick.  I looked at him and thanked him through my tears, and I could see the relief on his face too.  For all of his professionalism and smoothness, I could see that he was as nervous as we were about this baby's safe arrival.  Thank goodness for him, our gratitude is overwhelming.


And now here she is, in all her chunky sweetness.  This little shining light to complete our family of six.  Blessed.



Friday, August 22, 2014

something special..



My sweet cousin is expecting her first baby in a few weeks, the first grandchild for my aunty and uncle and the 35th great grandchild for my amazing Nana who passed away this month at 96.

Needless to say, I was thrilled when my cousin asked me to make a floor rug for her nursery.  She said 'something handmade by family would just be so special' and well, you know how I feel about making for someone who appreciates handmade, and its even more special when its to welcome a brand new baby into the world. It was such an honour.

So here it is.  All ready for baby (number 75 in total #outtathemother). Pictured in black and white because I haven't gifted it yet.

I love it.  My kids love it too. I'm thinking we might need one for our living room.


Sunday, August 17, 2014

33/52..

a portrait of my children..

eddie: he's been at home more than he's been at school this week thanks to a chesty cough, he's worn out

olive: outside, her happy place even in the bitterly cold winter winds

Just these two today.  I've skipped a few portrait entires recently, not that I haven't been taking pictures, I'm always taking pictures, I've just taken a little step back from my online spaces lately, and not posting quite so regularly. Our quietest time of year has in fact been our busiest, so its been a bit like treading water around here, madly kicking to keep everyone's heads above the surface.

more beautiful portraits here..



Tuesday, August 12, 2014

the craft sessions..


with The Craft Sessions just around the corner, I thought I'd share a little post about my craft, being crochet, and my style to give you an insight into what to look forward to if you've signed up for one (or both!) of my classes..

I'm so thrilled to be taking part, and to be honest, a little bit star struck by the incredible line up of talented teachers and blogging friends I'll be joining and getting to meet in person.  Actually, over the past six months I've been going through moments of self doubt and quietly freaking out, but then I'd read a post like this one, written by lovely Felicia last week and it reminds me of what this wonderful retreat is all about. The simple love of making with your hands, and sharing the joy with like minded people.

I'm no expert on crochet, that is for absolutely certain, but I do love it.  I love creating beautiful things, I love the therapeutic nature of busy hands, and mostly I love making for people whom I know truly 'get' handmade.

A few years ago, I taught myself to crochet with a 'everything you need to know about crochet' book. Except, I didn't read beyond the basic stitches, so I don't know everything you need to know, but I did find a rhythm and a style that is my own.  It's a great book to refer to when I want to try something new. There's just so much you can do with a simple hook and yarn, its an incredible art and I am in awe of the wonderfully intricate pieces people are capable of making.  For me though,  I have discovered over time that I am hopeless following a pattern.  Perhaps it's the lack of quiet time to concentrate, impatience, or maybe my brain just doesn't work that way.  Its the same with cooking. I might follow a recipe once and then I know all the things I'm going to do differently for next time to make it taste right to me.  I'm more of a 'take a look at something and figure it out as I go' type, or sometimes I'll wake in the middle of the night with a design in my head and just give it a whirl, make mistakes, unravel and try again.  I'm quite sure this would be a painful approach to many, and I totally understand.  Sometimes I curse and get frustrated and wonder why I don't just look up a pattern!

I've tried to make lots of interesting things that I've seen in books or on Pinterest, experimented with colour and fancy stitches, and in the end I always come back to plain and simple.  That's one of the great things about craft.  Like any art, there's no right or wrong or perfect, its whatever you like, individual and unique.

I make by feel.  I've no idea what those numbers mean when they talk about tension.  I picture in my mind how I want it to look and use my hook and yarn accordingly.  For example, to make something soft and drapey I'll use a larger hook and hold my yarn quite loosely, while a smaller or recommended size hook to yarn along with a firm hold will have a tighter, more ridged outcome. But it's not only how the yarn feels in my hand, or a project's tension, weight or even colour, I feel a connection to something as I work and I can tell immediately that it's going to be something wonderful or a complete fail that I will never ever wear or use.  Also, I've only recently discovered, I hold the hook in a weird way, I can't even tell you how that developed, it just felt right.

So hopefully I haven't turned anyone off with my strange ways or technically unsound methods.  All I know is that this way works for me, and the outcome is usually pretty great.  

I'll be taking a beginner crochet class where we'll be learning the basic stitches and making the tea light jar covers pictured above, as well as an intermediate class making a start (and maybe even finishing) the cosy 'blossom' cowl, not to mention drinking tea and chatting to our hearts content!

Just like last year, the workshops look so amazing.  From a variety of knitting classes, sewing, weaving, embroidery, natural yarn dying and block printing.  Throw in some yoga, beautiful surroundings and fabulous crafty types, and I'd say it might be the perfect weekend away for this mumma!


Monday, July 21, 2014

making..



Some makes from the last couple of weeks.

Two cowls, actually there were three but I forgot to photograph one before posting it, a beanie and gloves, and some new born baby gifting with a pompom trim.

There are still so many more requests to fill, my hands are busy busy and I'm enjoying it a lot!  Now that winter is halfway through, its a race against time.  I'm hoping I can get things done so they can be used before the season ends..

back to it..


Sunday, July 20, 2014

29/52..



a portrait of my children once a week, every week in 2014..


olive: always with those raised eyebrows, I'd love to know your thoughts when you do this..

james and eddie: having a camp-out in the beach hut, on the back deck..hours of fun and adventures

harvey: stirring your brothers, and denying it of course..


Halfway through winter already and we're making the most of mild days and bursts of sunshine.  It's not seemed so bad this year, I'd like to think its been my conscious effort to keep a more positive mindset..so far so good and only six weeks 'til spring!


joining jodi's 52 project..