Thank you to Miss G for taking a picture of me and making me look like a dork. I'm eternally grateful. I only carried you for 9 months in my belly, and have sweated blood and tears for you. 3 pictures and you'd had enough and was laughing at me too much to take more. The cheek of it.
Anyway - this is me right now. Actually I am not wearing scruffy house clothes because we went shoe shopping earlier so I had to put something tidy on. If you happen to be at Spring Market next week you may well spot me in this outfit, it's a favourite (confession - the shirt makes me look like I have boobies and that is a good thing for someone as lacking in that department as me).
So, what can I tell you about myself that you may or may not already know?
I'm pretty tall - 5 feet 9" and skinny. I've been skinny since I was a teenager but this is abut the thinnest I've been since I got married. I was ill thin then - broke and too quick to spend my money on partying rather than food. I'm allergic to dairy these days and dairy foods have a lot of fat, so I miss out (and, boy, do I miss out - before I found out I was allergic I cooked with cream and butter and cheese all the time. Nearly everything that tastes really really good has dairy in it, and I can eat. I love to eat). I rarely wear heels, they're a pain in the a$$, and I have trained myself to not buy them anymore since I had a closet full of crazy high heels that I couldn't walk in. Most days I am wearing leggings with something because otherwise I get cold legs and I won't wear tights unless I have something on that I am certain won't fly up and show my backside off. I'm 36, not looking forward to hitting 40 in a few years. I've been married for almost 13 years and we have an almost 12 yr old daughter and a 5 year old son, and 2 cats.
I'm kind of a prude. I don't like to have a lot of flesh on display, I never wear low cut anything and I always wear a vest (tank) under everything. It makes me feel secure. I just like to be safe in the knowledge that if my shirt flew off I'd not be stood in my underwear.
In saying that though, I am perfectly comfortable in my own skin. I just think it's improper to show flesh unnecessarily.
Big groups of people scare me. Except when they are people I feel comfortable with. Strange as it may seem, going to Market last fall for the first time did not scare me. That was like meeting friends. Same this year, and I am travelling on my own for the first time too. Teaching classes at the Festival of Quilts in Birmingham this August and having a booth is scaring me so much that I can't think about it. When I do I get flustered and have a little panic. It makes me feel a tiny bit sick. Not sure how I'll get round that, but I guess on the day I'll be fine.
I am not Religious. As a family we don't have a Religion at all but my daughter goes to a Christian school. I have a strong belief in the moral upbringing a Christian education will give her, although I'm not sure if there is anyone up There, so to speak.
I'm proud to be English, I love the history our little Country has and the Royal family. I love that there are roads that stretch back to the Roman times and that we have huge stately homes dotted all over. London is my favourite city in the world, it's cramped and noisy and a bit mucky in places but it has everything you could ever wish to see in a city and some of the best museums and galleries in the world - and they're all free. Everyone should visit London at least once in their lifetime. Preferably once with kids and once without, just to experience both sides.
And this is where you will find me most of the time. My little spot in the house. Excuse the slightly dark photos - I've literally snapped as I found it, to show you how it really looks and not how I'd like it to look all tidy and prettied up.
My desk is a travesty. I need to get it tidied before I go to Market or I'll come home to everything gone. It happened last fall, the husbeast got carried away and just cleared out my crap - he gets sick of me being so messy. And I am. I am really messy. The door in the background there is my fabric closet but I can't get to the fabric in it - it's too full of other junk. There could be some good stuff but I don't know. (Actually, I am pretty sure it's not good stuff, that's kind of where the not so good stuff has been banished to and I really need to get in there and clear it out and just get rid of it).
The majority of my good stuff lives in the drawers of this trunk. This is also a general dumping ground. I have a little pile of stuff I need to mail out to a friend and then I also need to get this sorted before Market so I can keep the man of the house smiling.
My little spot in the house is actually the kitchen and dining room - I don't have a room of my own, I make do with what I can, and in actual fact I like it - I'm still part of the house when I'm sewing and not tucked away in a room somewhere. So my sewing table is the dining table and when we have dinner my stuff is stacked on the floor. Some people in the house get a little annoyed by this constant mess (spot the running theme???) and I make false and empty promises every week that I will be better next week. I'm usually worse.
During the day if I have any hand sewing to do I sit here on this trunk and look out into the tiny garden. Our house is pretty nicely sized but our garden is pathetic. Luckily I'm not a gardener so I don't fret too much by this. If we could move, my choice would be to the city centre in a lofty apartment overlooking the rooftops. Maybe with a balcony so I could step outside and feed the birds.
Most of the quilts I make I get long arm quilted. There are a couple of reasons - I don't much enjoy the quilting part because I'm not very good at it (I know, practise makes perfect) and (mostly) I really love going to see my long arm quilter, Chris. I'd make quilts just to go see her, she is so clever and wonderful and I could talk to her for hours. I have to drag myself away to let her get on with work, because she's not the sort that would chase me out, but she's busy and whilst I'm there chatting with her she could be quilting. Plus having a quilt quilted isn't as expensive as you may think - especially not if you have a simple all over design. The husbeast and I don't go out much, we don't drink (him not all, me just occasionally) so we don't spend money on stuff like that. I don't often buy clothes, when I do they tend to be pricey (I know what I like and I stick to it) and they last. Same with shoes. So I'd rather spend money on getting a quilt long armed than a new sweater that I won't like after it's been washed because I'll be critical of the fabric or the way the shape has held up (yes, I know - I sound like a right pain in the you know what...I kind of am).
So that's me - questions?
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