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I fell asleep on the lounge again last night so I wasn't in my pyjamas for Pyjama Party Sunday because I woke fully dressed. Doing that certainly solves the dilemma of getting out of my pyjamas but makes me feel weird all day. It just doesn't feel like Sunday if I'm wearing actual clothes. I feel naked.
It's been a completely non productive week round here for crafting. I just haven't felt like it this week and consequently ignored my sewing machine for the entire week but woke up back in the game today. It was a good day for it because the weather was absolutely vile so I holed up inside and commented on the weather every 5 minutes to Mr. P.
I sewed the zig zag quilt top together this morning. I'm pretty pleased with the result since I only had to unpick two rows during the process. Now it's done I wish I'd made this bigger because it's only cot sized and I don't want Miss P trying for a girl just so it can get used. It's looking for a snappy name so I'm open to suggestions since my quilt naming skills are pretty ordinary.
Then I made a label for Miss P's new quilt and sewed it on. I'm about to out Miss P with this label ...but now you all know I have excellent taste when it comes to naming children.
And I finished sewing on the label for "When Pastels Turn Sad". It's had a 1/4 sewn label flapping around on it for about three months. Don't judge me.
I haven't had baking disaster in a while so I decided to thumb my nose at fate and made some vanilla cupcakes from scratch. Fate -0, Mrs P - 1.
I've already eaten 3 and am feeling slightly chucky.
In other news this week:
I got mail from Kirsten in Germany who made me this wonderful top. Yep- I own a Kirsten original. Isn't it fabulous and so very me!
Thanks Kirsten! I love it.
And finally Little P had surgery on Friday to replace two front teeth he fractured by face planting into a garden pot recently. Nobody told him a general anaesthetic is supposed to make you feel icky so he was running round my house causing havoc a mere two hours after he woke up from the procedure. He was very brave and kept telling me his "teef is ouchies". I think Little P got the family drama/attention seeking gene.
Pop on over to Little Miss Sunshine's and see what other people have been up to in their pyjamas today.