When fusible interfacing goes wrong:

Still not perfect, but it's at least an improvement.


A bugs life.


A few pictures of one of the first bags I ever made. It was a birthday gift for my best friend, several years ago. I'm amazed that it is still in a decent condition today.
The bugs were embroidered on by hand, as seen on a CD case of the amazing Brigitte Kaandorp.

BIBbidi-Bobbidi-Boo II.



A friend of my dad asked if I could make 3 bibs for her to give away as a present.
So here they are: a duck, a butterfly & a fish.
And a whole lot of bias tape!

P.S. Yesterday I found the long lost pattern! Woo-hoo!

Today's challenge:

Finding the corresponding pattern of these already cut and marked fabric pieces.

Tip of the day:
'Never start making a dress in 2008 and try to finish it in 2010.
There's a big chance you won't remember which pattern you have used.'

This was the first...


... and the last time I have ever made a flag.
No, I should say, 3 (!) flags. (the pictures only show 2 of them)
They are called Whipala-flags and they are the symbol of the Broederlijk Delen campaign this year.
For the moment they hang in the 3 churches in our town.
Personally I don't go to church, I'm not religious, but apparently after the towns yearly 'Hobby Exhibition', I was the most suited person to whip up these flags.
They are made out of polyester lining fabric and measure 175 x 175 cm. (5,7 x 5,7 ft)
The whole project was, again, a bittersweet reminder of why I never use polyester fabrics.
I mean really, is there anyone who can cut & sew this material in straight lines?


February = Birthday Month

The second party was on Sunday and we celebrated the 2nd birthday of my twin nieces.
My mum and I made a cake: she baked, I did the decorating (they love Pingu!)
Their present was a play kitchen.
My dad built it, I was responsible for the painting and accessories.
You can find the pattern for the little oven mitts here, the tea towels are just a rectangular piece of cloth.
Hopefully they'll enjoy it for many years to come...

February = Birthday Month

This weekend I was invited to two Birthday partys. First up was my godson Jules' second birthday.
There were pancakes, a shadow play, spaghetti, wine, cake and of course: gifts!
His parents bought him an antique race car, which his dad lovingly restored. His dad also added two rear lights and Jules' mummy was responsible for the cool brand- and tiger stickers.
My small contribution were the two seating cushions.
It was a fine day!

Carnival.

It's Carnival time and I don't like it.
Never did.
But kids seem to like it a lot and therefore I make an effort.
Last year I made a princess dress for Poppemie and:
1.She wants to wear it again this year.
2. It still fits.
So she's happy with her self-designed dress & I'm happy I don't have to come up with a last minute costume.
It's so nice when everything falls into place...

February = Birthday Month

February is a busy birthday month for me and this year there was even more to celebrate about: On Sunday my niece gave birth to a beautiful baby girl: Feye.
Yesterday I went to the hospital to pay her and her very proud parents a visit.
She is such a sweet little baby!
In Belgium it's tradition the parents or godparents give out chocolate beans to family and friends. The 'Feye' cups (filled with the sweet treats) were all hand-painted by Feye's very talented godmother.
Even the pretty papier-maché doll was made by her.

Yesterday was also my own Godmothers birthday: Feye's grandmother.
So for her it was a double party, she got the best birthday gift ever.

Happy birthday to the two lovely ladies!

Especially for you.

Once upon a time, in the year 1978 to be exact, a little boy was born.
(from now on we shall refer to him as 'The Brother')
And two years later 'The Brother' got a little baby-sister.
'The Brother' was an energetic, loud and stubborn boy. 'The Sister' on the other hand was a shy, quiet, creative girl. You could say they were like rubber and glue.


As time past by and they grew taller and older the differences between the two became more and more clear.
He loved meat, she loved vegetables.
He stood out, she blended in.
He was left-handed, she was right-handed.
He played computer games, she read books.
He hated school, she loved school.
She built Lego-houses, he destroyed them.
But despite all of their differences, anyone could tell straight away they were brother & sister. They had the same eyes, the same mouth and shared the same fine shoulder length hair. Some people even thought they were twins.
So everywhere 'The Sister' came, 'The Brother' being two years older, had been there before.
In school she was asked: 'Are you the sister of...?
At party's she was asked: 'Are you the sister of...?
'The Brother' introduced her to people by saying:
'this is my sister', without saying her actual name.
Even family members referred to her as the sister of...

Now some people might think this would be annoying, but not so did 'The Sister'.
She thought: If you can't beat them, join them.
And that's exactly what she did.
She made pretty labels and put them in handmade bags, skirts, bibs, toys, and quilts.
A little while later she started a blog: The Sister Of...

...and there was no brother in sight.



P.S. Especially for 'The Brother of...' after numerous requests to post the history of The Sister Of...