Revisiting YA Fiction - Sweet Valley High

Even though I was introduced to and devoured the Sweet Valley High series when I was around 10 years old, I never want my daughters to read this total drivel. At any age. There are just so many appalling messages. Appalling. I ought to pull out my eyes and stomp on them as punishment for re-reading them, but it's like this - the books are so bad, they are good. I may or may not be trying to track down the copies that I don't have to rebuild my collection. What is wrong with me?

To a pre-teen, the 16-year old Wakefield twins, with their all-American good looks and Size 6 figures (as we are relentlessly told), were so glamorous. The stories were compelling and the characters' lives so full of drama, I couldn't wait to start high school and have my life play out like the exciting characters at eternally-sunny Sweet Valley, a place so far-removed from my own drab existence. It's only when I look back that I see how so strikingly similar their world was to my own. I mean who didn't have a tuxedo shirt and matching bow tie hanging in their wardrobe just waiting to be worn for the moment when the hottest guy in school rang to ask you out? You didn't? You're such an Enid-head.

I don't think I have shared with you yet that I am a twin, although my sister and I are not identical. Minor detail best overlooked. Dazzling beauty aside, it stands to reason to think that there might be other similarities that my sister and I share with the popular and relatable Wakefield twins.

Here is some more evidence that life truly does imitate art.

The resemblance is uncanny. You can tell by Jess's smirk there's a hipflask or two in that denim jacket.

Even though I'm more ho-bag Jess in this photo (it was an 80's theme party, which explains why I am dressed in highly flammable pink taffeta and have a dozen beers resting on my lap), I always identified more with Elizabeth. Sensible, responsible, conservative, she wanted to be a writer. Oh. Em. Gee, Lizzie, samesies. Her boyfriend, Todd, could send her into tingly orbit with just a rub of her neck. That's a mighty impressive set of fingers on him. My boyfriend couldn't do that. He did drive a dud vehicle though. However, her unwavering loyalty to conniving and manipulative Jessica really does start to wear thin on even the most fervent Elizabeth supporter.

Liz-dawg even has a matching lavaliere.

Just one more, 'mkay?

No words. Just enjoy my sister with her togs on backwards.

Yes, it takes some work to overlook the incredibly bad writing and completely unrealistic story lines but the covers are just pure gold.  As a side note, this would have to be my most favourite-est cover of them all:

Hysterical. Who would even go near someone as creepy as Scott Daniels? Total mass-murderer eyes. I would have to wash my hands just handling the book. Note to any "college" guys reading this: A mustache does not make you look older. It makes you look seven kinds of ridiculous.

Did you read this series? What was your favourite book? Please no spoilers, I still don't know if Elizabeth and Todd lasted the distance and want to find out. I am truly pathetic.

Happy 2014

How are you all? It feels good to be back, although I have taken my time returning to this space. After a two week absence here, I hadn't realised just how hard it would be to start writing again. I think I am still in holiday mode so I guess the best thing to do is just write and find my groove.

I've been instagramming over the summer break, and with limited internet access on our road trip to Taranaki, found it to be an ideal way to capture and share moments of our holiday. I tend not to reuse those images in my blog posts, but you'll probably see some similar images taken on my camera. Speaking of which, I must have been a very good girl last year as Santa gave me a DSLR. I am a little intimidated by it, but having seen the difference in image quality between the Canon and my lovely, handy, compact, easy-to-use Fuji (I'm struggling to let it go), I can see why keen photographers use them. Even so, the most serious of photographers still have to find the motivation to pull out the camera and take photos. The past fortnight was spent reading escapist fiction and relaxing with family at a lovely country hideaway east of Stratford. When the mood took me, I instagrammed and left the camera mostly to my husband who captured these moments after we returned.

On rare fine days, we found ourselves at various beaches around Wellington and beyond. 

We spent time with my husband's family up at the farm near Otaki and (stunning sunset aside) while the weather was not wonderful there either, it was an opportunity for everyone to escape from the usual routine, recharge and connect with each other.

Now that we are home again, I am voraciously reading all the blogs I follow, breaking out my crochet hook, hoping to declutter some very neglected interior spaces and will try to establish a garden (it's not pretty out there people) all the while trying to keep my children's boredom bugs at bay. There are only four weeks until the start of the new school year. It will be a year of change for this family, with our youngest child, Aimee, starting school in September. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that, but when that time comes, I am sure you will hear all about it (ha!).

Season's greetings

At last, school holidays are here. We can unwind and do all the things for which summer was intended - swim, go to the beach, play outside and enjoy the last of the evening sun after dinner. There are no schedules, no lunchboxes to fill, no homework. Six weeks to just live and be.

My family and I are looking forward to spending the summer with family and friends; I hope that you also get to spend some time this holiday season surrounded by those who matter most to you. 

This will be my last blog post for the year, so I just want to welcome my new followers and thank you all for being so generous with your time and leaving lovely, supportive comments. That is more than enough for me, so imagine my surprise when I received some lovely Christmas mail from fellow blogging friends over the past week. You know who you are. My daughters were in total awe that people I have never met would send us cards and gifts. My husband just doesn't understand it at all. But you know and I know. We get it.

I've never been huge on sending Christmas cards (or birthday cards). Sorry. As I taped these cards to the wall in our lounge, I thought of each person who had taken some time to let me know that I mattered enough to them to be sent a card and so I made a promise to myself to do better next year.

Happy holidays, my lovely Moonies. See you in 2014.

I am {dande}lion, hear me velour

If you have followed me across from my Year of Crafting Dangerously days, you will know that I have a blog crush on Lisa at Big Little. Her children's garments are full of whimsy and wonder and everything is so beautifully detailed. Having really enjoyed testing her cape pattern a while ago, I was quite excited to then be asked to test one of her embroidery patterns. This project is only my second attempt ever at embroidering, as you can probably tell from the uneven stitches and rather unothodox lean of the dandelion stalk in the photograph below.

I had already taught myself how to do a basic straight stitch and back stitch, but this particular dandelion pattern has a chain stitch too. It was a little challenging to get the foundation stitch right, but after watching a couple of videos on Youtube, I picked it up and it only took a few minutes to complete the stems.

I sewed this coat using another of Lisa's patterns, the dandelion coat. Had I more sewing experience, I would have known to steer well clear of the quilted silk-blend that frayed almost as soon as it was cut and gone for something less temperamental, like wool (as the pattern suggested). Nothing ventured, nothing gained, and I will learn from my mistakes.

The colour of the quilted fabric is a very pale pink, although it looks almost white in these images.

Because the exterior fabric was relatively delicate, I ironed some interfacing onto the reverse side to reinforce it and I am so pleased I did otherwise there would have been pulled threads and runs all up and down the front panels.  The coat is lined with some sage-coloured velour, which gives it quite a soft and snuggly feel and it fastens with hidden domes.

The dandelions were really enjoyable to embroider and satisfyingly quick to make. Lisa's instructions are very clear so I have no doubt that anyone who has never embroidered before would easily be able to attempt this pattern.

If you would like to purchase the dandelion embroidery or coat pattern, both are available in Lisa's Etsy store.  I also spied a cute dandelion baby shoe pattern in her shop too. If you love hand-embroidered garments but sewing or embroidery is not your bag, a ready-made dandelion coat is also available, waiting to be shipped. If you are anything like me, you will love all of Lisa's garments, they really are heaven-sent.

This post was not sponsored in any way, I simply love to support creative people whose work I truly love and believe in.

I'm joining in with Show and Tell at Sunshine x 3 this week.

The one where I disappoint 571 people

I'm sorry.

The winner of the Lizzy House Red Letter Day bundle has been selected. Somewhere in New Zealand is a very happy Scottish woman. Och aye, Tartankiwi, it is you. Please get in touch to let me know your postal address.

Thank you so much to everyone who entered, it's been a busy few days trying to keep up with the email messages, but I have loved interacting with so many of you. I did not have much time to enter many giveaways myself but I did manage to discover one or two beautiful blogs along the way and I hope you did too. Maybe you were one of the lucky few to even pick up a prize elsewhere? If not, there's only a few months to wait until the next Sew Mama Sew Giveaway Day.

The Summer Christmas Company - and my first market

Right peeply-deeplers, it's been a while since I showed what I've been up to lately on the creative front. I have always wondered what it would be like to make things to sell, but never had the courage to try it. Until recently. A friend of mine has launched a new business called the Summer Christmas Company. There are a range of non-traditional festive decorations and wares that evoke the fun and frivolity of summer as opposed to the more typical Northern Hemisphere winter wonderland Christmas scenes. Her simple, stylised decorations are a direct influence of native New Zealand flora and fauna.  Here are a couple of my absolute favourites:

Pohutukawa wreath, anyone?

These lightweight plywood decorations, sold in packs of three or half a dozen, could be strung together as a garland or individually hung on a tree and would make great gifts to send to loved ones overseas as a reminder of home.

I have known Mela for years, she is an absolute dynamo and she has designed all of these decorations herself. There are both plywood and acrylic options and she also sells plywood Christmas trees, and an acrylic LED version. Everything, right down to the packaging, is made right here in the A of the tearoa. I know this sounds like a sponsored post, it's not, I just really want to support her novel idea.

Quite unexpectedly, she asked me to help make some items to complement her fledgling business and with it being summer market season, my kitchen table went into serious production mode over the last few weeks. I gave away small glimpses of my makings on Instagram. She asked me to sew some Christmas stockings and bunting and I made some Santa sacks too, which was a nod to my own childhood when we would place a pillowcase at the end of our bed. Some of the products are in soft, muted tones with a bit of a Kiwiana feel, and most items were made using fun, bright prints rather than traditional Christmas colours and I hoped that this would be their point of difference.

Having never made things to sell before, it was really hard to know if there was even a market for these items, but I guess the only way of knowing was to put them out there and see what happened. What did happen? I shared the stall with Mela and while she made a couple of sales, I sold nothing. Zip. Zilcho. Nada. Niente. Unless you count Mela's lovely friend and her sister who bought a couple of bags and a stocking respectively a day or two after the market - and for the sake of my confidence, I am totally counting them. Ha!

So, now that the worst thing that could happen has happened, I'm feeling buoyant, and would love to try another market. Obviously, I am not planning to sell Christmas stockings in January, because that would be stupid. Unless any Russians want them? Did that last bit make me sound quite ignorant? I'm kidding, we all know the Russian children leave out their empty vodka bottles. Now I'm really going to burn in hell.

On the whole, my first market experience has steeled me for the customers who have no filter at all and quite happily stand across from me and tell their friend that they could make it themselves for much less (that didn't actually happen, my overactive imagination ran through a few of these pre-market scenarios). The old me (the 2 weeks ago old me) would have cried into my bunting and then felt a strong urge to punch someone in the face, which would not work very well for repeat business. The new post-market me has fallen in love with the vibe of the market experience and being around enthusiastic and positive artisans. I did get the sense that many, if not all of the buyers who came through the market, were looking for bargains (as in let's haggle the price down to zero profit margin for the seller), but that is probably a whole other blog post.

{GIVEAWAY}: Lizzy House Red Letter Day

My children are tired, cranky and emotional and I could have buried all three of them at the bottom of the garden the other day when our simple activity of decorating the Christmas tree regressed to a total whinge-fest. I just feel sorry for the tree. It has a CD hanging from it for a decoration. Our next door neighbour's finely decorated tree taps on the window when it thinks we're not looking and laughs at our one. I have a gathering of 18 children descending upon my door tomorrow afternoon for an end-of-season sports team celebration and I bet it rains so we are all stuck inside eating burnt rice bubble cake off each others' laps and I haven't even started my Christmas shopping. So, burglars, don't get any ideas and raid our house because all you'll get under our tree is some paper baubles with hand-drawn smiley faces on them. Let's just cancel Christmas and have a fabric giveaway instead? Are you with me?

Twice a year, Sew Mama Sew holds a Giveaway Day which runs for almost a week and you serial giveaway enterers can enter every single one from bloggers all over the world. Or you could be selective, and just enter the good ones. Like mine. Just joking. But not really. It is actually quite good. Look:

Yes, I know. 15 fat quarters of Lizzy House Red Letter Day fabrics. Whaat?

Wait a minute. Haven't you seen this giveaway before? Why, yes. Yes you have. I gave away the same bundle over six months ago on my old blog, and enjoyed the experience so much, I have decided to give up the other bundle. As Lizzy House fans know, these fabrics are out of print and very hard to find. Don't worry, my children haven't made me go completely crazy, I do still have enough left for moi, but I love to give and just know this will be a nice Christmas present for a fellow Lizzy House LOOOOVERRRR.

Just let me know where you're from. That's it. There is no requirement to sign up to my blog, but if you would like to, new followers are always welcome and as an added bonus, existing and new followers will qualify for two entries. Since I will be using a random number generator to select a winner, please leave a second comment letting me know you follow. No reply commenters, please leave your email address in your comment, otherwise I will not be able to reach you.

This giveaway is open to international readers. It will close on Saturday 14 December (New Zealand time), with a winner announced shortly afterwards. If I do not receive a reply within three days of the announcement, I will choose another winner.

The last time I participated in the Sew Mama Sew Giveaway Day, my fabric bundle ended up going to the armpit of Florida. I wonder where this one will end up? Exciteballs.