Storage Cube

2017-02-02-10-02-49One of the problems that I appear to have in my house is that I lack storage solutions. Big storage and little storage alike. We seem to have lots and lots and lots of little ‘bits’ that don’t seem to have a home, so invariably end up scattered over surfaces, on sofas, floors etc. I have already started working on some simple box storage which I will post about later on, so simple you’d never believe it! But I wanted to try my hand at something a little bit prettier and more creative.

And so my first storage cube was born. Custom made to fit a window sill in my newly decorated cloakroom, and in some left over fabric from making a summer hat for Small. Here is how I did it….

Cut five 7in (18cm) squares each of the printed fabric (this 2017-01-16-12-50-22measurement was to fit onto the windowledge)
Cut five 6¾ in (17.5cm) squares of fabric for the lining, five of heavyweight fusible interfacing.Iron the interfacing to the wrong side of each of the printed squares. Right sides together pin two 2017-01-16-12-50-49adjacent squares together at the side edges. Sew them together using 1cm seam, and start and finish 1cm from the top and bottom edges to allow for the next join. This forms the ‘walls’ of the cube.

Pin the remaining printed square to the bottom edges of the other four, 2017-01-16-13-02-16with right sides together, and sew a 1cm seam around all four edges.
Repeat the process without the interfacing for the lining.2017-02-02-10-01-31

Turn the printed fabric cube inside out so that the right side is facing out. Place the lining cube inside this with the right side inside and line up. Tuck both top raw edges in and pin together. Sew a 1cm seam
around to finish off neatly.

Hope that all makes sense! It wasn’t the quickest of ways to make a cube I think, and it was a bit fiddly, but it worked. I have another idea, and as I need plenty of little storage solutions I am sure there will be more blog posts to come…


Ready. Steady. Go.

So, where to start. I have been writing this blog for some time now, but for the last year or so I think I have become lost. I have lost my way in life, I have lost ‘me’, and I have definitely lost sight of what I wanted out of my blog.

A quick summary for those of you who have not followed me before or do not know me.

Hello **frantically waves and smile**. I’m Allison. I’m a lone parent (I hate the term single mum, but yes I’m one of those aswell). I have two boys who are now 11, and 4, a rescue collie who is 8ish, a beautiful black bunny who is 8 months old, and 4 fish, who are a few years old. I live in a relatively big house, which I have a pretty huge and unaffordable mortgage for. I’ve been divorced for almost 3 years now. I was married for decades before that, I kind of lost count of how many years.

I have a lot of things that I should be happy about. Yet I am not happy. In fact, I am decidedly unhappy. I dislike my life a lot of the time.header2

I hate my body, even though it has given me my amazing boys. It is blobby and gross, and there is too much of it. I used to love my hair, but it in an awful moment of upset a few years ago I hacked it off myself. Now I don’t even like my hair. I’m constantly tired, and I feel fat and frumpy and horrid.

I really hate my house with a passion, I always have done, and I never really wanted to buy it, I panicked and allowed myself to be talked into it. It had ‘a lot of potential’, said my ex. What he really meant was ‘it has a lot of potential to be a huge money pit that will never be worth what you pay to put it all right’. It has never felt like a home. I am messy and unorganised, and my house looks like a bomb has hit it, even though I blame the kids, it is really because I just don’t care about it to take care of it.

I hate that I am always broke, only just managing to keep my head above water most weeks. It wasn’t always like this, and this is a choice that I have made in order to spend time with the people who are most important in my life. My children.

I feel like a rubbish parent. I am always yelling at my children, I have smashed things in anger, I have sworn (about them and at them), I feel like I am not being a good example. I feel like I cannot provide them with all the latest gizmos that they want in this technology driven era, and am embarrassed at the way they look because we can’t afford for anybody other than me to cut their hair, or because they are in hand-me-downs that are 10 years out of fashion.On the really dark days, I will admit that I wish that I did not have them. Not that they were no longer here, oh my god no, just that they were somebody else’s responsibility and hassle. Life would be so much bloody easier if they weren’t my responsibility. But I also know that I couldn’t bare not being with them, feeling their little bodies creep into my bed in the darkness of the night sometimes because they have had a nightmare, or don’t feel very well. Or just because they want me.

Generally in life I am just not happy. I am unhappy. Really unhappy. And I don’t want to be. I want to be happy, and to lead a fulfilling life. I want to be a good mum, and bring my children up to be good young men. And that is where I started with this blog a few years ago. To help me on that search. For happiness. For ‘Me’.

To be continued…….