Life, Lemons and Sharing Stories.

Scrolling through old blog posts recently, I realised how much I miss the "behind the scenes" life and family news that I used to record here. Instagram gets more attention, but I miss this space for recording the details and my more considered thoughts.

My wee girl is about to become a teenager, and I've missed recording a huge chunk of her life. I've made LOTS of things that I haven't had the time or inclination to photograph. I've had a fabulous overseas holiday that I haven't mentioned here.

That's my girl in the orange. :) 

Real life has been a priority. Just living it....sometimes just surviving it... and everything worked around the constants of keeping home, family and work together. The last three years have been full of it. Great Big Real Life. All the good, bad, ugly and difficult, a lot of mundane and a few magic moments.

Exactly a year ago, I received the advance copies of my book, The Savvy Seamstress.

It was the same day that I received confirmation that the small lump that had been mammogrammed, ultrasounded and biopsied in the preceding weeks, was indeed cancer. I was one of the (approximately) 49 women in Australia to be diagnosed with breast cancer that day, and one of the "1 in 8" women who will be diagnosed with it in her lifetime.

I wasn't very interested in the box of books on my doorstep. Things quickly spiralled in a different direction.

I've been quite open about it on Instagram and Twitter - sharing images throughout chemo, and I'm still posting images of my ongoing art therapy journey. But for some reason, the slower, more considered reflection hasn't happened here on the blog.  And still, I don't even know where to start, except to say "check your boobs, girls!".

My early diagnosis was just a little too late to avoid chemotherapy (and a higher likelihood of recurrence) than had I checked a few months earlier, when it had crossed my mind but I didn't get around to it.

Check your boobs. Often.

I did a Look Good Feel Better workshop, and wholeheartedly agree that looking as good as I could made me feel as well as I could, under the circumstances. 

Years of making hats and sewing knit fabrics came together quickly for me, and I whipped up an endless supply of hats for every occasion and outfit. My treatment was through the hottest of summer months, so I didn't want knitted or crocheted yarn hats.

Dressing up made me feel better. Hats made me feel better.

Recently, I've been playing around with hat patterns and thinking about how I might make some sort of "impact for good" with them. At the moment, I'm assessing the needs of people who are going through chemo to see what might work best. If you or someone you know is going (or has been) through treatment, and can help me with a small 2-minute survey, please do so here.

Or maybe just share your stories. I'm interested. Email me at info at nicolemdesign dot com dot au. 

When I feel that my stitchy art therapy work is taking a more cohesive shape, I might write a post about it. In the meantime, you can see it on Insta and let me know what you think.

And yes - I'm much better now, thanks. I even have hair and eyelashes, and my prognosis is good.

Wishing you all health and happiness.

And reminding you to check your boobs.

xx Nikki

Happy Holidays 2016

However you celebrate this time of year, I wish you lots of joy and special time with the people you love.

My girl and I have been over-indulging in Christmas movies and looking at houses with lots of twinkly lights.  We've enjoyed hearing carols and ... well, SHE enjoyed the buzz in the city centre (I wanted to run, screaming towards the train home)... She particularly liked that I let her have chocolate pancakes for lunch at The Pancake Parlour (highlight of the year!).  And since we set up our portable swimming pool, we've had an endless stream of friends for play-dates and outdoor dinners. 

Basically, we've been hanging out, enjoying the Summer holidays and the magic that Christmas inspires in a sweet 10-year-old's imagination. 

I have been feeling grateful for a year that has brought lots of opportunities and (for the first time in ages) no major upheaval.  I have been grateful for health and a roof over my head, and for the peace that we enjoy in this country.  I have been grateful for good friends, family and being able to make a living from the work I love doing.

I have been grateful for cheap Korean restaurants on end-of-year school nights when I can't be bothered cooking dinner (we did this twice).

We are very lucky people, indeed.

Teacher gifts were no surprise, really... The latest inkjet printed pencil case design is very Manga-inspired.  (The two in the background are my own pencil cases, made using her 3 and 4 year old drawings. They make me smile every day.)

Holiday activities have also included the transfer of a board game she drew in pencil into a fully packaged, laser-printed affair. I'm very impressed with the clear instructions and the level of complexity she developed in the game.  All done without a scrap of help from me.

You might have noticed that I've dropped the diminutive "een" from the end of my "girl".  In the last wee while, she appears to have grown nearly as tall as I am (which isn't actually that tall) and on that  train trip to the city the other day, I realised that her (kids size) boots are the same size as (adult size) mine.

And so, the summer holidays stretch before us.  I will have a kid-free week in which to catch up on some book-writing, and then it'll be back to juggling work around holiday fun.  

We will probably have more dinners on the trampoline.

Wishing you all the best for the happiest of days over the holiday period and a wonderful 2016.

Bush Medicine

On the weekend, it was great to get back up to my friend Bella's place in the middle of the bush in Central Victoria. 

 

 

 For just over 24 hours I was surrounded only by bushland, sculpture, good friends, food and wine.  My car-pool buddies and I arrived mid-afternoon, which was the perfect time to take photos.

 

It was a gorgeous day and I absolutely love this place. 

 

(If it looks familiar, you might remember I saw the New Year in here.)

 

 

I love how unexpected things crop up in the landscape... and how good Bella is at creating beautiful things from rustic materials, and installing them casually around the house and grounds.

 

 

 She's also a whizz with cutesy colourful $2 shop finds.  This was the (outdoor) cocktail bar for the party on Saturday night. 

 

 

Kevin the (movement-sensor activated) Kick-boxer would sporadically show off his stuff and have a little rant.

 

The band room was previously a shed full of farm junk.  Bella transformed it into a nightclub!

 

The party did indeed go off.. with a live band, cocktails, fantastic food, a fire and a whole lot of laughs.  Nothing looked as tidy in the morning as it looks here.

 

Sunday morning saw us enjoying a breakfast that lingered into the afternoon, with some people swimming in the dam, some siesta-ing, some knitting ( I wasn't the only one, for a change!), some yabbying, dogs fetching a limitless supply of sticks... a bunch of city-folk soaking up as much bush-serenity as possible before the 2-hour drive back to real life.

 

And yes.... in case you were wondering, I continued my tradition of wearing wildly inappropriate  bush holiday footwear.

 

 

And as my head hit my own pillow at 9pm on Sunday night (and ...ahem...slept until 10am Monday morning...), I had this wonderful image of a peaceful, dry landscape, the scent of eucalyptus, and warm memories of good times and great people.

 

A tonic.

News from abroad, now that I'm home.

Before I launch into the holiday snaps, the big news from abroad is that to celebrate the launch of You Sew Girl Patterns into the US market, and the recent availability of my book YOU SEW GIRL in the US, the divine Ms Oona Balloona is hosting a giveaway of my book on her blog.  If you live in the US or Canada, go visit her blog NOW!

Ok, back to my USA trip...

We survived the journey home, and are currently enjoying every moment not spent in an aircraft or airport.  

The wee girl declares she's never going any further than a couple of hours on a plane EVER AGAIN, although during the 26 hour journey to the USA and the 30+ hour trip home, her determination to keep the sunny side out made me very proud.  She was a little trouper.

I had all manner of internet and computer issues while we were away (which continue here now I'm home) and I can't access the photos on other gadgets yet, but here are a few snippets.

We spent an extra week in Portland, enjoying time with family and seeing a few sights.  I didn't get to see an awful lot of the city itself, but I liked the bits I saw.
We had one perfect-weather day in Portland, and an ill-timed attempt at visiting the zoo (zoo was closed).  We visited the nearby library... (great idea).

We ventured out into the gorgeous green wilderness of Oregon...


 ..and encountered a wilderness of coffee flavours. (Peanut butter.... really...?)


 There was wild-and-woolly weather, driftwood and beaches...

...clam chowder and sand dollars (these shells)..

and ...oh my goodness, the wee girl wearing jeans (albeit with a handmade knitted top).

There was a great day spent with the gals of the American Sewing Guild in Portland, and I forgot to take photos. If anyone who was there can share some images with me, I'd love to see them.

It's taking a while to land, unpack and sort through all the follow-up and catch-up that needs to be done.  And there is sleep to be had.  I'll be back soon with more... and hopefully a bit about crafty goings-on.

Still in Portland....

By complete chance, (well, actually it was the decision-maker on the idea) my first Quilt Market in the USA happened to be in Portland, where my eldest sister has lived for 18 years.  We've combined business with family time, and a bit of a relaxing break after the madness of the trade show.

The wee girl has had time to get to know her cousins and we've had time to do everyday things like go swimming and...ahem... fabric shopping.

We spent a lovely afternoon yesterday with the gorgeous Lola Nova and her crafty girl, visiting Modern Domestics and Bolt, and chatting over dinner.  

I came away with warm and fuzzy feelings about the crafting community and like-minds' and a goodly stash of new fabric.  My wee girl came away with felt, needles and embroidery floss, and began crafting a cat on the train home.

...which she finished today... complete with a wardrobe of costumes.  Instead of coming into town to explore the city with me today, she wanted to stay home and sew.  No idea where she gets that from.

My exploration of the city involved mostly sitting in Starbucks with a friend from home.  

I nearly caught a train home from the city and then a phone call to my sister confirmed that it would be better if I spent another hour in town if I wanted to be picked up from the station.  I wandered around town, Powell's Books and in the rain for which Portland is so famous.

It's a cool and kooky place, where everyone appears to be incredibly polite.  And nobody uses umbrellas, despite incessant downpour.

I like it.

Away from it all

I'm just back from a few fabulous days away with old friends. 

Kid-free.

Work-free.

Almost internet-free.

A tonic. 

A de-fragging programme for my poor old brain.

 Of course, there was outdoor machine-knitting.

 And trying to make sense of my friend Bella's new aquisition...

 She does amazing things like knitting garden twine.  (She's the sort of girl who usually weaves trees and vines.  This is small, delicate work for her.)

There was a shifting population of friends coming and going, and there was a lot of sitting on verandahs with beers (them) and crochet (me). 

(The rum wasn't mine, either.)

 

I've been looking at this yarn and this pattern for months, and finally had the headspace to start it.

Bella worked with more rustic materials...

...and this fantastic old book, with its amazing hand-drawn how-to diagrams.

Bella and I were hopelessly outnumbered by menfolk, so we sat around doing our textile crafts, while they cooked for us.

 

Theses were almost written about the best way to cook eggs on a barbeque, as 5 blokes prepared the breakfast of the century.

Simple adaptions to the tools in the rustic kitchen were fashioned when only home-made mayonnaise would do.

There was the serene art of yabbying in the dam.

And possibly too many yabbying experts on the job.

And there was me... yabbying while simulataneously wrecking my wildly inappropriate soft leather boots.

 Rupert, the dog, was fetching anything fetchable.

 And there was much feasting.

A mid-morning Bloody Mary tradition was firmly established.  (Insert menfolk, discussing the merits of different brands of tomato juice and balances of lemon to tabasco...)

 Most importantly, there was fine, fine company, and lots of time to relax and enjoy it. 

Now, it's back to life, work and reality....