Nanna Napping

One of the best things about being a Nanna at such a young age is that I can legitimately Nanna Nap. One of my biggest problems is that I have no concept of "napping". The only way I sleep is to fall into a state of complete unconscious-ness. 

I woke at 6.30 am today after about 3 hours sleep. I only got  three hours sleep  because I supplemented my sleep from the night before with a nanna nap yesterday between 4 and 7 pm. Let's just say we had dinner really late last night.

So since I was awake bright and early today I decided to get a jump start on my day. I planned to be really tasky. And it went really well - I stuck to the plan.  I read blogs , responded to email, got two loads of washing in,(Mr. P isnt allowed to do the washing)  had a shower, tidied the house and hit the road,all before 9 am. 

First stop was Spotlight to get some interfacing for a project I had to put on hold yesterday because I ran out. Yesterday, I ended up having the Nanna nap instead of getting in my car to go buy the interfacing and by the time I woke up the shops were shut.

Today I not only got the interfacing , but Spotlight were having a crazy bargain sale so I stocked up on stash fabrics. Most of these were only 4 bucks a metre so I bought a load of half metres. 

(Whispering so Mr. P cant hear. I've been doing a lot of "stocking up" this week. I'm ashamed to say out loud how much fabric I've bought which means it must be a LOT)  I figure I totally blew that 100 yard vow so I may as well finish the year in style.  I just have to figure out how to hide the parcels when they start arriving.

Yesterday I hit the op shops on a mission to find the ugliest handbags in the universe. I'm sure you'll agree that I succeeded.

Have you seen the price of handles in the craft shops? $14.95 a pair. Are they joking?  I got all four of these for 12 bucks. Can you see where I'm going with this? Basically I was using those ugly handbags for their handles. Yes- those handbags had to die so that I could create frugally.

Today the interfacing and I got jiggy..... 

With my new iron because my old one was total crap and I've pretty much hated it since the day we got it. It probably doesn't help that the old iron has been dropped multiple times and has probably worked the equivalent of 60 hours a week for the last 21 months.  It's like a Chinese sweat shop for irons here.

And I knocked up (drum roll please) an actual handbag. That I actually like. 

Then, flushed with my own brilliance I decided to take a 10 minute break and read a book on my Ipad because it was 2 pm and I'd already achieved so much. 

I may have gotten a little too big for my britches. I took another unplanned nanna nap and woke at 7pm. (Does 5 hours even count as a nap?) And yes we had dinner at the fashionable hour of 9.15pm again tonight.

You may well ask why Mr. P isnt allowed to do the washing. I'll let his picture tell the story. Two identical new bras. Worn the same amount of times. Washed once each. Guess which one Mr. P washed? Idiot. And it isn't the first time. All my white bras are this particular shade of grotty grey.