Blinking Flights

Back to blogger I go...

Everything is changing for me at the moment, and so, just to throw in some extra chaos I thought I'd change my blog around as well... I've moved back to blogger! This is the address, which is the same as the old old one: http://blinkingflights.blogspot.com/

I've been noticing how much blogger has progressed over the last little while, and I've been pretty frustrated with the limitations of my plan on typepad. I had loads of trouble changing my formatting, and whilst it may have been my own stupid fault, (maybe not), I don't want to spend hours and hours learning how to change things when I can see perfectly well how to change them in blogger for free,.. so I did. And whilst figuring out how to get all my posts to travel with me to blogger from typepad wasn't easy- they don't make it easy!-- I figured it out with a little help from wordpress and forums and special applications-- feel free to email me if you want to know how!

No more new posts from here! I'm going to leave it up for a bit, but probably downgrade to a free plan, so the formatting won't be much chop. Also, all the free patterns and stuff are still available on the new blog using google docs.

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More for baby...

A basket to hold the blocks I picked up at the op shop (before my op shop swearing off of course!), which I made from lots of my red/pink scraps of fabric, I think I got a bit inspired while I was making the patchwork horse from the Softies book. I loosely used this pattern/tutorial from The Stitchin' Chicken.

And finally something for the baby from the Softies book, this is Mama Bear and she was designed by Nest Studio.

And cupcake booties, which my Mum crocheted for me after I gave her this US pattern, which she had to translate into her Australian crocheting knowledge.

And another pinafore, which is a bigger size than the others I made. I made it well before Christmas but I didn't have any nice buttons for it, so after looking everywhere I knew to look from Spotlight, Lincraft & HobbySew, to all the op shops in the area, as well as a few vintage clothes shops, and then to Etsy, I started to give up on the idea of really nice buttons... and instead started bemoaning this to everyone I know, which resulted in my Nanna sitting me down with ALL her buttons at Christmas time, and allowing me to pick out the ones I wanted. And I must have winged quite loudly, because when I got home, Joe's Mum had sent me a little parcel full of her old buttons as well. So now I can only complain that I have too much choice...

The old ones are sooo much nicer!

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