Thursday I dropped the girls at school and went the most stupid route to Ange's house, adding miles and miles onto my journey, and losing out on valuable Ange time. For future reference, there is a junction 21A if you are northbound on the M1, but you have no access to it if you approach it in the southbound lanes. Let's just say that was the first of my mistakes.
But, eventually I got there. And had a lovely old time. I didn't do an iota of sewing. Ange attempted to do some fabric cutting. Apparently we are not good at multi-tasking when we are talking that much. I only got a photo of her 2.5" squares she was cutting for Hadley's bee blocks as she wouldn't (can you believe it?!) let me take a photo of her pregnant
I was seriously happy when she outed her pregnancy recently because I have known for just about forever. At the FQ Retreat this summer Ange was sat beside me for the dinner out that I organise. When she ordered a non-alcoholic beverege (out of character shall we say) I flippantly asked, 'What are you, pregnant?' Well, you should have seen her face! Dead giveaway. It was so funny. Our menus went up to hide behind - rudely I might add - as we did the, 'No, really are you?!!' conversation.
For the lack of a photo of her developing bump here are some of her low volume squares.
The second photo is my kitchen. It rarely looks so pristine so I thought I would take a photo just to prove that it could happen. The ocassion for this unwarrented cleansing of the kitchen, and the rest of the house, was me wanting to avoid total humiliation.
Friday afternoon saw the arrival of a German exchange student here. Helen will be returning to this girl's house in Germany in June. We have been so lucky as we are hosting the most fabulously nice girl. Genuinely lovely. (Phew!) That was enough to make me happy, but on top of that she gave me this lovely FQ bundle. Seriously nice fabrics here folks! You can't see much of the clothes pegs on the bottom FQ but I am in love.
|Aren't those sewing notions to die for?|
Yesterday we headed off to London for the day. First on the list of things to do was shopping on Oxford Street. On a Saturday may I add. Good lord it was busy! The time spent in the massive Primark was enough to turn me off shopping forever, but the girls were happy. That was what it was all about I guess. And I found my happy place again when we went off to Chinatown for lunch.
After lunch was all about sightseeing. We walked from Chinatown through Leicester Square, and then on to Trafalgar Square. We went into the National Gallery and I had one of those moments when we came out, taking in the view and thinking what a truly marvellous city London is.
There were human statues and street performers, and I went through a tonne of loose change, but we did have a good time.
The girls climbed the monument and did some lion taming.
Then we walked down Whitehall taking in the sights, until we got to the Houses of Parliament.
Then it was back on the Tube and time to head home, exhausted. I'm still exhausted with all that has been going on. Sewing time has been severely dented. And in a few moments I am taking the girls to hang out with some horses. I think I will sleep all day tomorrow when they are in school. Can. Not. Wait.