Felt Food 2

Here is evidence that making felt food is addictive:

Eggs

 Doughnut

Alright, I haven't done as much as you would think, but I have a mountain of felt after TWO trips to the craft shop (on consecutive days), and I was working on handsewing the doughnut until midnight last night.  I did most of the work on my sewing machine - which means that I have now learnt to change the thread!  It sounds so simple but when it comes to following instructions it seems that I try to make them more complicated then they actually are.

The strange thing is that I might not have put as much effort in if these had been for me, but because they are for my DD I wanted them to look good.  The irony is that she won't care if they are rubbish or not.  I put this down to parents wanting to provide things for their kids that they didn't have...I think I must have wanted some pretend food, but never had any.  Certainly I remember doing role-play type cooking, but I didn;t have any cooker or food or anything.  In fact I recall having nothing but a few cardboard boxes, paper, crayons and my imagination.  I hope that I can foster an imagination in DD too and these creations don't prescribe anything.  You see, I am a worrying new mum aren't I?

Felt Food

It has been a few days since my last blog as we have been away on holiday.  Driving anywhere with a baby takes much longer than without as you need to stop for changing and feeding but we are getting more used to going at a slower pace.  I only recently stopped breast-feeding (a different blog) so we have to get used to the idea of taking food provisions and hot water with us in the car.  It was so much more convenient when the milk was on tap.

I have been keeping myself busy on the journey making felt strawberries.  If you haven't been introduced to Felt Food yet then you need to decide whether you have the time to fall in love with it - as once you see it, I am sure you will instantly want to create some.  There is a whole lot of websites and blogs on the suject - just google 'Felt Food' and you will see the amazing creations that exist out there.  I decided to make strawberries because I have a heap of green and red felt left over from Christmas.

I have no sewing experience so I am delighted with the result.  I had to google how to make a french knot (for the seeds) so I am especially pleased that I learnt how to stitch them.  I didn't use a pattern so it took me a few goes to get the size and shape I wanted, but that just means that there is a bit of variation in the berries.  I made 10 for a punnet and one little one that I plan to put on top of a cake slice which can be a future project.   It was a fun way to pass the time travelling.

In fact I even managed to create some simple Broccoli with the left over green felt. 

Now I am keen to get home so that I can create something else.  DD is only 7 months but if I make something on each long car journey I might have a whole kitchen set by the time she is ready to use it.  I will keep you posted!

Differences

How amazing it is that babies are so different.  Before I had DD I thought all babies looked the same.  How wrong am I?  Now I spend more time with them I cam see that their personalities are evident from day 1 and how different they are.

Yesterday my mother and baby group met at a local cafe.  The cafe had an outside area so we had covered seating and a place to park the prams, but given that it was 39 degrees C (102 F) DD was not particularly happy in the heat.  After 60 mins of grizzling she went to sleep and slept the whole time (a few hours), so this meant that I was free of DD and other mums were asking me to mind their bub whilst they went to get coffee/cake etc.

What I discovered was holding the other bubs emphasised their differences, some fat, some thin, some heavy, light, long, short, quiet, squirmy etc etc. and it was funny but when I held DD again it was as though only this baby "fit".  Although I was reminded that she is very long (6.5 months old and 71 cm).

It also felt very strange not having a little person attached to me.  I am not sure how I will ever manage a whole day without her!