Thursday, 5 February 2009

Taking over my life

More of my current obsession - bunting. I just can't help it, I love it. I love creating it in my mind, I love sewing it, I love seeing it hanging in my kitchen.
I still think the traffic jam is my favourite, but this comes a very, very close second. It just makes me feel happy - lovely cakes without the guilt of eating them! And those lovely shiny button cherries. I've always been a push-over for gooey fluorescent glacé cherries, and the buttons are just like them.
Can I take this opportunity to apologize to my husband though: he waits patiently for months for a button to be sewn on his shirt (and no, he really can't do it himself!) and I keep putting it off, but give me a pile of bunting and my lovely tin of shiny buttons, and I can't get my sewing box out quickly enough. Maybe he just has the wrong sort of buttons on his shirts?


  1. Love the bunting! I remember my brother coming to me in a panic because he needed a button sewn on and my mom wasn't around (I was about 15, he was 23). And he was actually a little bit awestruck that I knew how.

  2. I think you are right, husbands need more exciting shirt buttons if they want them sewn back on. Though my husband usually need holes mended in his suits. I am not sure what he does to them.