Mixed feelings over a baby cloche

It's always nice to hold with tradition and give something handmade when a friend has a baby, but I must admit that each time I work on a piece for a little one, I have begun to wonder when I will get the chance to make stuff for a child of my own. In the meantime, at least I'm getting lots of practise! 


It is an unexpected side effect that playing the domestic goddess plays such havoc with my hormones, but I feel it illustrates how much emotion I invest into everything I make, and by the time I've finished the project I am always refocussed and looking forward to meeting the new arrival.  I wonder whether other crafters occasionally encounter such bitter-sweetness in producing their labours of love?


This little cloche took a bit of trial and error but I learnt lots doing it and I'm pleased with the scalloped edging. I hope it is a fitting way to say "welcome to the world " to a tiny young lady.

I don't have a special person in my life . . . .

. . . . I have a number of them! But don't groan - I'm not going to turn HAMH into one of those gloaty smug blogs on what is potentially one of the loneliest nights of the year! On the other hand, it doesn't hurt to appreciate what you have, so I planned an alternative valentine's message and some little gifts for friends to make a positive of the day!  

Footprints in the Sand

The more I think about my crafty heritage, the more I realise how much I owe to my maternal Grandma, Doris. I thought perhaps you might like to meet her! This is a photo of us together during a walk on the beach just after Christmas this year, and another of my Grandma and Mum arm in arm. 

Doris's 90th Christmas was the first time she finally allowed us to convince her to take a rest and not to insist on cooking for the entire family, and we had great fun spoiling her for once! The photos captured such a lovely day I decided to incorporate them into framed gifts for Mum and Grandma, inspired by the poem Footprints in the Sand"  which is one of Doris's favourites.