Makings in macro.

I declared yesterday a housewife day. All day long I cooked and cleaned and washed and baked and shopped. That meant that today after bush kinder I had a chance to play with my new, but very late, birthday present macro lens.

What a great way to show you what I've been making.

Knitting the sleeve of my Ruby Red Ribbed.

Crocheting the hem of my Farmer boy's pillow case.

Baking afternoon tea cookies.

Ahem.

Mama and baby.

The very first photo I took with my new macro lens once I got it home was of these #$%^&ers. I guess they have become immune to that essential oil mix spray I've been swearing by for months now. Bum!!

Knitting Farmer Bren another beanie. Man it's cold here.

Playing around with some crochet.

Book marking ideas for brooches.

Sewing manchester for the caravan.

And washing and combing Miss Pepper's hair. It is long! Past her bum-bum now. I'm not cutting it though. No way! She's my last baby and I'm hanging on to that new born hair for as long as I can.

So that's me.

What are you making?

Bye now. xx

Our new baby!

When I first met Bren, one of the things that attracted me to him straight away was that he could quote extensively from the 80's movie The Sure Thing, which was a favourite in my house too.

There is one scene where the two main characters are discussing the name of their fictitious baby. She wants to call him Elliot, 'but Elliot is a fat kid who eats paste', he wants to call him Nick. 'Nick's your buddy. Nick's your mate!'

I guess we always had understanding that if Bren and I ever had a boy, we would call him Nick.

A boy baby was never to be, but we have named the newest member of the family (see above), Nick.

Funny how Nick is making me look at the world in a new way. Freshly picked rocket delivered in the only container Bren had in his car.

A new pot holder.

A pot holder that isn't turning out quite right and is about to be pulled apart.

Some just washed paint brushes.

And piles of treasures like rubber collections, tooth fairy poems, teddies and diaries to be put near the front door in a box in case of fire.

I've taken hundreds of photos already in about two days, thanks goodness for digital. There are more over here.

I hope your Monday is a funday.