Me And My Bias Binding Aren't On Speaking Terms Anymore

I thought I was losing my mind. For two days I struggled with bias binding. You see, granny bags were next on my to-sew list and you know granny bags need bias tape of some sort. I have had experience with bias tape. I thought I'd learnt everything I need to know about them. I'm so wrong. The one other thing I hadn't learnt about bias tape is they're impossible. I haven't come across such stubborness for such a long time.

I used a cotton tape for this granny.  I was just a tiny irritated at how inflexible the tape was.

For this granny, I made my own bias binding. I thought it would be easier. So wrong. It took me forever to handsew it. I honestly thought of going for a third granny and try doing the handle differently but I wisely decided that me and bias binding need some time apart. Might try again in a fortnight. Oh, check out the charming fabric I used. It's Chinese Kids from the period when men wore skirts.

I haven't been checking the weather forecast for around the world. Here in Singapore it's been raining a lot lately and flooding spectacularly. Today I didn't see the sun at all and it even felt cold. Might have to put on a sweater! Yeah, winter time in Singapore.

School term has started and I have to adjust to sleeping early and waking early. Gosh, I just love to sleep! And sleep. School term also means I get back my exercise routine. I take the kids to school and I go to the Senior Citizens Corner for a bit of machine exercise. No, you don't have to be a senior citizen to exercise there. After 15 minutes of joint rotation, I go home which is when I come across this ancient looking Chinese woman who practises a complicated form of Chinese exercise. She sits on a stool with her back against a tree trunk. Her eyes are closed and her arms are hung out in front of her and she sways. Sometimes she nods off. Yep, that's about it. Sits, sways and sleeps. My kind of exercise!

Tomorrow I have MAAD. Hope it doesn't rain. Hope it doesn't flood. Come back for my post-mortem won't you? I won't be a cry baby if sales aren't great. I promise.