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I am a mother, a new grandmother, and a teacher. But whatever happens in my life, I keep sewing. I have worked as a political communicator and now as a teacher in my formal life. I have also written extensively on sewing. I have been a frequent contributor and contributing editor of Threads magazine and I write a monthly humour/sewing column for the Australian magazine Dressmaking with Stitches. My first book Sew.. the garment-making book of knowledge will be published in May 2018 and is available for pre-order from Amazonhttps://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=barbara+emodi&rh=i%3Aaps%2Ck%3Abarbara+emodi

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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Flypaper thoughts, night before garbage day edition


  • There are so many things women keep to themselves
  • And from each other
  • Labour is a big one
  • How hard it is after a new baby
  • When it is your first
  • How you can be planning your Christmas list when your husband thinks he has your full attention
  • That there is a moment after the kids have gone when you realize
  • No, this house won't be hearing that kind of laughter again
  • That you actually think you look better than you let on
  • That you eyeball most things
  • That you don't change your needle all that often
  • That you eat all the chocolate chips in the cupboard a lot more often than you make cookies
  • That age first shows the hardest under your armpits
  • That you better learn to live alone at some stage
  • My mother-in-law in moving into senior's apartments
  • Turns out granite counter tops are poor company
  • The new place has a clothesline
  • And there were ladies sitting in a common room talking
  • Makes me so glad I can sew
  • House work could not be my purpose
  • Floors indicate this is very true
  • And that sewing folks like to talk
  • My husband is back in the North Pole again
  • This time actually right near it
  • Right up next to Greenland
  • He has to carry a bear alarm
  • The polar bears are hungry
  • And apparently pretty sneaky too
  • They wait around the corners
  • Even the North Pole has corners
  • I wasn't born to have dinner alone
  • But am fine afterwards down in the sewing room
  • Maybe I should eat there
  • But far from the silk
  • Four flower girl dresses are taking shape
  • Then 75 jars of blueberry jam for the bride to give
  • Little plaid tops on the jars
  • Should keep me out of trouble
  • Or get me into it
  • Pleased she asked
  • Got to help the next house be set up for laughter

6 comments:

wendy said...

During labour with my first, my mother by my side, I can remember yelling at her 'Why did no one tell me?!!' I think there might have been some swearing in there too :) Now, decades later it's the Christmas list while DH thinks he has my full attention that made me snigger,
Thanks for the laughs.

Marianne said...

Love your flypaper thoughts, especially the last one.

Age shows under your arms? So true but I don't mind it there. The neck bothers me more.

Yes we know/see so much we don't talk about, maybe hoping to avoid loading someone with negative expectations? But hopefully when we see someone struggle, we can also share our own experiences. I do not want to tell an expectant woman how hard motherhood can be but I do watch out for signs that help is needed.

Thank you also for the link to your husband's blog. Very interesting. Glad I don't have to deal with polar bears!

garnet128 said...

Wow. Polar Bears, up close and a little too personal. Wow.
When my hubby is out of town I always eat in my sewing room...in my recliner in front of my TV. I never eat alone upstairs at the table. My sewing room is my cocoon.
Good luck on those dresses.

Anonymous said...

Dinner is much better in the sewing room when DH is on the road. ;) And when he is on the road is a great time for marathon sewing sessions.

Lois K

Dr. Fun (AKA Sister) said...

Oh, that one made me cry. My son's leaving for college in 2 weeks, that's why, not getting married or anything. That same son weighed 8# 14 oz (4 kg if you're metric), and when my sister called from Ohio and asked me how the delivery was, I said, "Like someone drove a Mack truck out of my butt." My mother was frantically waving her arms at me to stop talking, because my sister was 3 months pregnant. May have scared her, but she made sure she got a good epidural! Love your blog.

Jo Ashcroft said...

What a simply gorgeous post xxx