Jikana Damaru: 06/08/10

Making my own Cot Linen!

Remember this post, where I was debating whether to make my own cot linen? Well, I casually mentioned the idea to my fabby MIL and she totally embraced the idea! So... yesterday we visited some fabric stores in Sydney to get some inspiration.

Of course, its near on impossible to leave those stores without purchases in hand... and of course we ended up buying everything we need to make the bedding; despite the fact that none of it is what I had originally had in mind!

You might remember, I was going to go with a yellow geometric theme. The wall behind the cot is stripey, and I really wanted the colour in front to 'pop'! But I couldn't find any yellow fabrics like that and my persuasive MIL convinced me to go completely different, and a whole lot more colourful than I had otherwise intended!!

So, here's a sneaky at what will become the cot-skirt for my new baby:

The large, bold piece of fabric will make up the bulk of the 'skirt', with the green polka dot fabric and yellow rickrack forming a feature across the bottom.

And the cot quilt? The fabrics look a little something like this:

Pretty colourful stuff, hmm? I'm just going to use plain white sheets and it seems a shame not to make a couple of matching softies to go with?!

A feel a sewing bee coming on....

The three sisters

Today I'm thinking about sisters. Yesterday I borrowed the idea for my redhead post from Life in a Pink Fibro (now that I think about it, most of the people who read my blog are Al's friends, so I kinda borrowed them too). And then there's MultipleMum commenting away about Chewbacca (yeah, thanks Coo). And it all got me thinking about how especially wonderful my sisters are.

I'm on dangerous ground here. Unlike myself, my sisters have a sub-zero tolerance for anything they consider sentimental, corny or, gasp, soppy. Best they look away now

It's interesting, though. Because the word 'sister' is attached to so much about 'women's relationships' these days. 'Sisterhood' has become a symbol of belonging and girl power and I really buy into that. But what of my 'real' sisters?

Well, no one in the world can irritate me the way they can. But they've been by my side through thick and thin. Speaking of thick, they're the first people to gently tell me when I'm missing the point, getting it wrong, being generally stupid. And speaking of thin, they're the first people to not-so-gently tell me I'm getting waaaaay fatter than is strictly tolerable. Like I said, thick and thin.

I love my sisters because I spend so much time with them and yet sometimes I feel like we've barely skimmed the surface of things to talk about. I love that a raised eyebrow speaks volumes. That there are code words that remind me of a whole era of my life (Frozen Food, Al?). Sometimes it feels that if I don't tell them that something happened, it didn't really happen.

I love them because we each take a completely different route to reaching the exact same conclusion. I love them because they're very caring and very wise (and opinionated, so very opinionated). I love them because they're witty, interesting and huge amounts of fun. They make me feel good about myself, but they wouldn't dream of letting me get away with anything. If I confessed that I'd murdered someone, they'd help me hide the body but I'd be in for a 24 hour lecture on both the moral wrongness of the whole thing plus a few pointers on how I could improve my technique.

The lecture alone would make me rethink the whole murder thing.

I wonder if I just scored a couple of really good ones or if it's something to do with being sisters? Could 'sisters' officially be the most complex and best relationship in the world?

[Image: The Three Sisters, Blue Mountains]

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I rewound this post on 19.2.2011