It's Dulcie's first birthday on Saturday (unbelievable) and I really want to give her a handmade gift. With Dulcie's particular brand of 24/7 clinginess that she's been rocking over the last month or two, it's been pretty much impossible to find the time to make a start on anything for her, but today, in a last-ditch attempt, Graham took her out for a walk so that I could get peace to try to make her present. This was the scene this afternoon as I brought the sewing machine into the kitchen and stitched away while listening to Jarvis Cocker.
I had made a good start on Dulcie's gift by the time she got back, but then it all went wrong and the seams started to split as I was stuffing it. I did a swift repair job, but am most unhappy about the situation as I want her present to be special and maybe not perfect but certainly not botched. Hopefully I find the time to finish it this week at least.
I'm not sure if maybe all mums feel a bit sad when their babies turn one, but given what happened when she was born, I am finding it hard to separate Dulcie's birthday from the anniversary of when my life turned into a big pile of shit. I think I'd feel a lot better about it all if I had managed not to mess up her present :(