a sewing project

My bean!

I’ve been neglecting my bean plant.

Oh dear, some of the leaves have gone a bit funny.

They probably want more water.

But look, there’s a real bean growing. Two beans. They look delicious.

I must tell Reindeer and Madame Cholet.

It was them that gave me the big flower pot.

I don’t think the plant would have thrived if I’d kept it in the small pot that I started it in long ago.

It was just a tiny seed in those days.

Nature is amazing. Green in leaf and tendril, apart from a few brown patches.

I’ll let the beans grow a bit bigger before I harvest them.

But what I’ve decided to do today, is to make myself some lycra cycling shorts.

I’m actually using a lycra substitute, but I believe they’ll make me look slim and sporty.

I’ve got out my sewing machine.

I think I remember how to thread it.

It seems to be jammed.

I wonder if Teddy would have any advice. He’s good at practical things.

Perhaps I should choose a language that comes with good food and entertainment.

I like pancakes (I did eat all of those pancakes that I made the other day).

Russian pancakes are delicious, and I’d like to drink black tea from a samovar.

I have a lot of Russian friends that I could talk to.

I could learn to play the balalaika, and dance the hopak.

On the other hand, I don’t have a balalaika, and my knees aren’t very bendy, and I don’t like vodka.

Also I’d have to learn a whole new alphabet.

Even the letters that look familiar turn out to make different sounds.

So perhaps not Russian, after all.

Let’s have a look at that App again.

What about Welsh?

Ellie’s friend Dillion is a Welsh dragon.

He speaks excellent English, but I’m sure he’d like to have a chat in his native tongue.

You can tell he’s homesick for Wales sometimes.

I like leeks too, and Welsh Cakes, and Welsh Rabbit.

I could sing Welsh songs, and maybe even save up for a harp.

I will. I’ll learn Welsh. Dw i’n mynd i ddysgu Cymraeg.

I’m glad to have settled that question.

Now to oil the sewing machine

and make my cycling shorts.

Nearly done. I only have to hem up the bottoms of the legs.

I’ll look good in these.

Oh dear, the sewing machine has made them a bit too slim and sporty.

I can’t get into them at all.

Perhaps I ate too many pancakes.

I suppose there’s not much wrong with my grey shorts.

Probably more comfortable than lycra.

I’ll make myself some Welsh Cakes now, to get into practice for my Welsh lessons.

They’ll be healthier than pancakes because they’re full of fruit.

One of my five a day.