It’s hard to craft empires with two small people on the scene, but I’ve been head over heels with Confetti System-esque pretties for such a long time, I NEEDED a silver shimmery piñata like these babies (no, birthday parties are not about the kids, as if that required clarification).
It was actually pretty easy, although the final product was a victim of the bad weather too – was going to take photos of it, pristine and draped over a tree branch. In the end it it didn’t get its photoshoot until post whacking, so it looks a little worse for wear. But was mega happy with it. All in all a simple and satisfying little project.
I grabbed an old box and cut fives sides, utilising the existing fold, then just stuck ’em together with tape. Because I was a bit worried that my construction would be too sturdy, I made some “windows” in a couple of panels and papered them over for easy lolly release.
Then just ran double sided tape up the sides and stuck on lengths of fringed foil. I found that folding lengths of foil into approx 10cm widths similar to a packet of crepe paper, then cutting, worked a treat.
Popped a plait of twisted tissue paper through the top and voila!
PS don’t forget to fill before raising the roof :)
Bloody hell who pressed the fast forward button. So it’s coming up to that time. That holy-shit-where’d-my-baby-go time. Bring it on. We’re doing a double headed birthday while we still can, in fact the Big Berry managed to make it seem like her own idea. Winning. So speaking of winning, I’m going a sparkly, gold-plated, gem-encrusted theme. A pair of gems, that’s what we got :)
Or, Shit That Only Parents Could Possibly Give A Damn About, the Rafferty’s Edition
So I spend a fortune on those suckable pouch baby food things, Rafferty’s Garden or whatever brand’s sitting next to it on the shelf. There’s no substance to them, and the packaging is wasteful and blah blah. But they get eaten. And you don’t have to remember a spoon (I’m sorry who spoons them? Ridiculous what’s the point). Pretty much since The Little Berry started solids, I’ve been saying I should make my own and was promptly overwhelmed by brand choice. Anyway, Itti Bitti (they of the raver-esque fluffy fur cloth nappies), were having a sale on their version, Sinchies, so I finally bought a bunch on impulse. And then they sat in the cupboard for another couple of months and now here we are!
Yikes, I hope no journo’s read that intro. Apologies.
What this post should really be titled is Product Review: Sinchies Baby Food Pouches. Just pretend the above ramble doesn’t exist.
Here be the pouch. Clear which is great you can see/remember what you’ve put inside. I bought the little funnel that goes with, but next time I’m going to chuck in a piping bag and pipe them full, much faster than waiting for gravity to do her thing.
Was a bit of a fiddle to work out exactly how full to make ’em so they’d close, but they do seem to zip up nice and tight. I made a strawberry and coconut creamed rice first off which I figure will make a good snack for both girls.
Ta da! Mother of the year award: ME. Next up is a pumpkin, quinoa, apple number. I’m aiming for crowd-pleasing but filling. Will report back on the reception.
Hey folks! Bit of a cheeky way to let the cat out of the bag, but we’ve moved house. More on that later. In major troubleshooting mode, but these things tend to cascade until I’m formulating colour schemes while feeding a baby at 4am. Issue number one is new curtains for the girls’ rooms (note, that’s rooms, plural). Which means a whole redecorating avalanche. With huge props to Mandi from Vintage Revivals, whose colour scheme I’ve basically stolen, here’s what we’re lookin’ at:
All this and more poppet-worthy pretties here
This post originally appeared on the fabulous KIDsize Living…
My daughter received her first birthday party invite from a preschool mate this week, and I almost exploded with glee. But I confess, it was not from motherly pride that my little darling was making friends (I’m pretty sure everybody got one), but because I adore kids birthday parties.
I am that person. I love me a cake pop just as much as a good ol’ slice of fairy bread. I’m a nocturnal baker, one-handed pom-pom fluffer and I can bang out bunting by the metre.
Not with me? Here’s a list of all that’s good about small people parties:
#1 Eating cake
The basic essence of the thing. Cake, and plenty of it. For the sake of the children, of course.
#2 Champagne before midday
Maybe it says something about the circles I move in, but a nice glass of bubbles is thrust into my eager grasp no matter what the shindig start time. 10am? OK, put a splash of OJ in there for appearance’s sake.
#3 Crowd-sourced child minding
There is a critical point where enough kids in one place means they entertain each other and I don’t have to, and birthdays provide the crowd. Add a bouncy castle or a face-painting Aunty and we’re on.
#4 Perving on other mums in their natural habitat
You know you’re curious. Does Archie’s mum have hand-towels in her bathroom? What will the party-bag lolly philosophy be? And those pre-procreation friends are nursing hangovers in the corner? They’ve got tales to tell…
#5 Post-party naps
Parties are exhausting. Time that sugar crash right and I’m guaranteed a nap from the poppet – and quiet cup of tea for me – when we get home. I’m going to raid the party bag while there’s no one looking.