The Night We Were Superheroes....kind of.

I was looking through some old pictures and stuff on my computer and came across this series of pictures that I had drawn using Paint depicting the story when Scott and I came to the rescue of a cat trapped on our neighbours roof. I put these on one of my old blogs but thought 'what the heck' they can be re-published on to this one as I did spend a bit of time drawing them haha.


I think the pictures tell the story pretty well, however I will point out that Scott did get dressed after his shower as it would seem I didn't deem it necessary to draw him any clothes at the time.

* I may or may not have actually been wearing a super hero cape. But we definitely high-fived.

Guess who's back, back again, Katie's back, Tell a friend

Hello! It's been a while hasn't it! I don't know why Eminem came to mind when writing the title but let's just go with it.

This is what my face looks like, remember?

We were almost in the 'new start/ new blog territory' but I meant what I said when I said this one was for keeps. Hah!
So instead I have gone for a new blog name instead as 'Good Morning Miss Magpie' was always a back up name as I really wanted 'Good Morning MR Magpie'... but alas somebody already had that name. Anyway I have transformed... like a caterpillar into a  butterfly into 'Ever Sew Pretty'. You like? I thought I was like dead clever for coming up with a name with a clever 'two meaning word'...... I wasn't. It turns out there are lots of 'sew blah blahs' around but nevermind I still like it. It is also the name of a new venture of mine into the world of self employment with regards to hopefully selling my handmade goods in exchange for a few pennies to help pay the bills. But hopefully more on that at a later date.

Anyway I thought I would kick start my return to the blogging world by totally jumping on to the bandwagon of the '25 facts about me' posts. I love reading posts like these because I am a nosy so and so.

Let's get cracking, and in no particular order we have........

1. 90% of the time when sitting I curl my toes (all but the big ones) under my feet. I don't know why. I just find it comfy and my toes naturally want to be curled up? Admittedly it makes them look like pigs trotters but  the toes go where the toes want.

2. I haven't been to the hairdressers in around 3 years. I cut my own hair which sometimes turns out alright and other times looks like my fringe has been attacked by a child playing with scissors. I had to stop myself from chopping off around 8 inches the other day as I had the urge to just hack into it but then decided I didn't want to do a 'Britney' and I would have almost certainly regretted it.

3. I am quite tall for a girl, coming in at 5ft9. I was the tallest at school until puberty kicked in for the boys and some of them shot up. However I never really felt like a giant until I went to uni; where it would seem I only befriended tiny friends.

4. I have been with Scott for just over 10 years and still cringe at the idea of referring to him as my 'boyfriend'. I feel like it's such a juvenile word and makes me feel about 13. So until he actually puts a ring on it, or if in fact he ever will (:oP) I just refer to him as Scott and people soon come to realise that we are a couple haha.

5. I don't like it when people call me 'Kate'. For some reason this was a very sore point when I was growing up and it used to really upset me, as it also did if people told me to 'shut up'... 'Don't call me SHUT UP' haha. I mean it doesn't make me cry if people take it upon themselves to shorten my already pretty short 5 letter name but it just doesn't feel right. My name isn't Kate, it's Katie.

6. I went to university in Bangor, a small 'city' in North Wales and for the most part absolutely loved it. I studied Sociology, a subject that I had previously never studied before but it was all a very last minute decision to go to uni and so I had to go through clearing which limited my choices greatly. However my intention was to initially study Sociology then switch to Psychology when people dropped out of the course freeing up some space. I didn't end up doing that as I found that I quite enjoyed Sociology. I totally blagged half of my degree, I don't even know anything about one of the founding fathers of Sociology as I didn't go to lectures that day but I still ended up doing alright.

7. I am a Brownie leader and go by the name 'Night Owl' on Thursday nights :)

8. I absolutely love Pepsi Max. Preferably in a can as opposed to a bottle. Hands down my favourite drink. Probs not the best but hey it is 'Maximum taste, no sugar' so surely can't be too bad ;)

9. I am not naturally a big talker. I don't fear silence. Scott talks enough for the both of us anyway.

10. I love dancing. As long as I can remember I have always had a good dance in my bedroom when nobody else is around. I love dancing games, I love watching people dance, I love dance scenes in films. I love dancing, end of.

11. I don't like 'The Big Bang Theory'. It doesn't make me laugh, I don't get it. Sometimes I think I am the only person who feels like this.

12. I pretty much fancy Tom Hardy in most if not all of the roles he has played. This includes 'Bronson' when he had that dodgy tash and shaved head, and 'Dark Knight Rises' with that half mask thing and silly voice.

IloveyouTomIDST

13. I LOVE GAMES. I don't just mean computer games, which I do love also. I mean board games, made up games, hide and seek, eye spy... the works really. The other week Scott and I played hide and seek but with a blindfold twist because our house isn't really big enough to have many, if any, good hiding places for fully grown beings. I was rubbish at it though because I couldn't help but laugh when he was near me, trying to feel around our furniture for where I might be. This also leads onto my next fact....

13. I am super competitive. However I pride myself on not being a sore loser either and put this entirely down to the fact that growing up my Dad never let me win anything. If I did win him at something it was due to me beating him rather than him deliberately losing. It made me appreciate the times I won and realise that it's OK not to win every time as long as you have fun playing the game.

14. I love snail mail. I love receiving things in the post and writing letters. I always had pen pals growing up and lately have really been wanting to put pen to paper and get writing to someone. Any takers? :)

15. I am such a wimp when it comes to driving. I don't mind tinkering around my local area, I just get myself worked up if I am going somewhere I have never been before and it involves being in or near a city. When I actually get going, I'm fine it's just getting going that seems to be the problem.

16. I have hitch hiker thumbs.

17. When I was growing up I had a favourite hand (the right) which got to do all the 'nice' jobs and wear rings and such, and then the other (the left) that had to do the 'nasty' jobs.... you know like.......... wiping your bum..... too much info?

18. I am really funny with the texture of food. To the point of it preventing me from eating some fruits just because I don't like how they feel in my mouth and don't even get me started on yogurts with fruit in...bleurgh.

19. I love breakfast cereal. I could have it for every meal some days. Most breakfast cereals are welcome to  my cereal meals but my favourites would probably be Bran Flakes and Golden Grahams and anything 'clustery', you know with the oaty chunky bits. The latter are really a treat though because they are so blummin' expensive!

20. It would seem that I have a really stretchy mouth. Errrrrm.. Please see exhibit A:

This is from a few years ago but I can confirm that my mouth is still that stretchy.

21. I really really dislike slugs. It's not a phobia, more of a hate towards them. I just think they are disgusting and a main reason for my hatred may be due to the fact that during the first night in our nice new house, I woke to find one having a slimy slug party ON MY FACE. Yes you read that right it was chilling out right on my cheek. It makes me feel sick just thinking about it. So they are most certainly not welcome here, spiders can crawl around to their hearts content but slugs can bugger right off.

22. I am quite scared of Doctors/ Nurses/ Hospitals. I get myself really worked up about it and find myself quite anxious just thinking about having to go. I don't really know the reason why but sometimes wonder if it is to do with having an operation when I was 5 and there being complications.

23. I can't wait to be a Mum.

24. When I was little I thought mirrors and puddles were like gateways to another world where another little girl like me, lived. I would sit and think/daydream stories and events that she was experiencing and want to travel through to her world because it sounded more fun.

25. I don't really drink. I decided that I didn't really like the way it made me feel any more and I used to get monster 'lose a day of your life to the toilet bowl' hangovers, so I just don't see the point. I'm not saying I will never have a drink again and the odd time I will have one or two but for the most part not a drinker.


There we go. Maybe next time I won't leave over 6 months between posts!
See you later alligators xx

Why I probably wouldn't survive a zombie attack

The other night I had such a vivid dream about a zombie attack that it made me feel like it was inevitably going to happen. This got me thinking about the reasons why I don't think I would survive if it did happen (morbid? me?).

1.       White girl can’t jump. Even if I put all of my energy and effort into jumping, I still can’t manage to get more height than 3 or 4 inches. This has been an ongoing joke with Scott, he finds it hilarious but it also means that should I ever have to jump a fence/car/obstacle whilst being chased, the likelihood of me being successful would not be high (like my jumping).

2.       I can’t run fast. Pretty self-explanatory really. My ‘jogging’ speed is the same as the other half’s leisurely stroll. So I’m not going anywhere in a rush on foot. This won’t be a problem as long as the zombies are old style zombie movie where they just kind of meander around as opposed to the ‘running at full speed’ type zombies of modern day.

3.       I am clumsy. See this post. I fall over, a lot. I can just see me tripping over something at a crucial point of escaping and becoming a gonna.

4.    My car rarely has a full tank of petrol in it. I'm not one of those people who keep it topped up 'just in case' (though I doubt their 'just in case' is a zombie attack).... it's regularly (right no in fact) got the red light flashing to tell me it's almost empty. This means should we have to jump in the car to escape/save family members/whatever then we won't get far without having to fill up. Which could prove to be tricky what with zombies literally biting at your ankles.

5.   I'm lazy and don't go food shopping regularly. I don't like food shopping even though I love food. This means that like today our cupboards are pretty bare and so should we need to barricade ourselves in our house there wouldn't be much to keep us going aside from the odd tin of tuna and baked beans.

6.   We live pretty much smack bang in the middle of England. This means there is no sea around for us to sail away into. You never see zombies swimming really so I think that would be a good escape route. That or a helicopter. We don't have a helicopter either.

7.   We don't have easy access to guns here. I don't know one person who owns a gun. It would have to be a more of a 'Shaun of the dead' approach to zombie killing, throwing random household items until we find something that works. I also don't own an axe, a sledgehammer or a samurai sword.

So if this does happen, I think I'm pretty screwed.

Picture is from Zombieland

Diary of a ten year old part 3

Well these are special entries today because it is my baby little tall, but younger sister's birthday. I can't believe 15 years have gone by since she was born.There is a fairly big age gap between my sister and I; 11 years without any other siblings in between seems to raise a few eyebrows when I tell them. I have to explain that yes she is my full sister, my parents were still together at the time and it wasn't the case of my mum or dad having a child with a new partner which I think is usually the case with big age gaps. I was an only child for 11 years and it was a massive shock to everyone in the family when my mum found out she was pregnant.

I cried. Typical 'only child' behaviour thinking someone was going to come along and take all of my mummy and daddy's attention and I would be forced to live in the attic surviving only on rotten fish heads...... Or something like that. The truth was that I was scared, I had always noticed how much my parents LOVED babies and thought I would just be the boring older child that they wouldn't like as much. What an idiot. Anyway I didn't feel like that for long and I soon became VERY excited about the arrival of a baby sibling. I always wanted her to be a girl, not that I told my parents at the time because I thought it would have been mean to not want a brother. But deep down I almost knew I was going to have a sister.

I made my parents promise me that I would be the first person they told when the baby arrived, because I wanted to be the first to know if it was a boy or if my wishing had worked and it was a girl. This actually meant that when my dad was trying to get hold of me whilst I was shopping in Sainsbury's with my Mamma (that's grandma for most people) he had to lie to a family member who had picked the phone up and said the baby hadn't arrived yet haha.

Anyway he did get hold of me in the end (crazy to think that mobile phones weren't used as much back in the day and people actually used landlines) and down I went to the hospital to meet my new baby sister. My first memory of her is holding her and thinking "why is her head covered in lard?".... Obviously it wasn't lard, they hadn't greased her up to help with the delivery but it definitely looked like it.

I love how I refer to her as 'it'. 'It' will be born tonight haha.

I think the above spelling may be a contributing factor to why people tend to call them C-sections.

This is when she was 2 hours old.

Yes I am naturally a blondie.



Oh what a jolly good jubilee!

So as you may or may not know last weekend it was the Queen's Diamond Jubilee - that's 60 years she has been our Queen! Personally I'm not a big royal fanatic. Don't get me wrong, I watched the Royal wedding last year and watched bits and bobs of this years festivities but I don't go mad for it all. Between you and me, I'm not even the biggest fan of London.... I'm too much of a country bumpkin!One person I know who loves all things Royal is my Step mum. Although to me she is just known as Heather. It was her birthday this weekend just gone and I couldn't pass up on the opportunity to give her a Royal/British themed present so I put this basket together. We don't have lots of money to throw around at the minute but I still wanted to give something special. Some things I made and others I bought, but I was pretty proud with how it turned out and wanted to show off. (I play I play :P)

The obvious colour combo for a 'British' theme would be red, white and blue. I wrapped her gifts in some scrapbook paper that had come free with a craft magazine.

I decorated the basket with ribbon and made some bunting because what's more British than a bit of bunting eh? The 'Happy Birthday' street sign also came free with the same magazine as the papers.

I made this to attach to a brolly that I bought her because I liked the play on words and like to think I am funny.... Also it was quite relevant due to the typical British weather on the day. And how it is now, it's almost the middle of June and no sign of sunshine!

I found this corgi cross stitch pattern the night before her birthday but thought that I HAD to give it to her. This meant I stayed up until around 3am and got up early the next morning in order to complete it. I stuck magnets to the back of it so it could stick on her fridge.

And this is the commemorative plate that I bought her.

The other gifts included the items needed for a cream tea (i.e. scones, clotted cream and jam) and some tins shaped like a red phone box, bus and Big Ben containing tea. Like I said I was really chuffed with the end result and was even more chuffed when she rang me to tell me that she loved it all and was really grateful for the time and thought I had put into it. Just goes to show that you don't have to spend a lot to please people :)

Bubble Bobble!

I've recently been getting back into cross stitching. Whenever I say I cross stitch to friends they think it's hilarious, try as I might, I just don't seem to be able to convince them that not all cross stitching surrounds cats, forever friends, or little girls in bonnets having tea parties (I have nothing personal against any of these they just aren't my bag -baby-)
Instead I have been finding patterns for more 'me' things. Particularly gaming ones.

One of my ULTIMATE favourite games is Bubble Bobble.

Anyone who has ever played this with me knows that we aren't stopping until we reach the end, I will eat all of the big fruits/ice creams/fries that fall from the ceiling and I want to do all the bubble popping.
Not a lot of people like playing with me.

Anyway, as a tribute to this amazing game I have cross stitched Bub and Bob.

I know that the blue is a bit off for the colour he is meant to be, but I had to make do with the colours that I had in my possession and I'm really happy with how it turned out.
I found the pattern at www.spritestitch.com - this website is amazing for gaming based crafts!
I am planning on stitching a few of the other characters from the game and displaying them somewhere in a geeky corner of our house.

Diary of a 10 year part 2

I thought it was about time that we revisited my ten year old self and see what drama's were occurring sixteen years ago.

Amongst other things, 1997 was the year that my classmates and I discovered the Spice Girls. Yeah GIRL POWER. I vividly remember 'Wannabe' hitting the charts and everyone wanting to learn the words and the dance moves. We all had our favourite 'Spice'. Mine was Baby Spice at the time, sometimes it changed to Ginger Spice because I loved the colour of her hair. Anyway there was a period of time when during play time all most of the girls would split into groups of five and become the Spice Girls. We would sing and dance and do the peace sign proclaiming that we had 'Girl Power!'
Here are a few diary entries dedicated to those 'good old days'......

Here is the first time I mention us 'doing the Spice girls' - in hindsight I probably could have worded it better.

I can tell you now, I wasn't happy at being Scary Spice. As mentioned above Baby was my favourite but it was the politics of the group. I had no choice.

Also, I highly doubt that it was one single topic on 'Space and Tudors', pretty sure they didn't ever overlap.

This entry tickles me. For a start I love how I talk about it being 'spellings' on Monday and then spell coming as 'comeing' in the same sentence. It also seems that it had got too much for me being Scary Spice and Kayleigh (who is the same Kayleigh that Matthew with the love heart for a 'M' said he liked on my birthday) was becoming too controlling. It was time to move on and become Posh Spice with Lindsay but I was also prepared for it to not be a permanent move.

I don't know if I did leave the group on Monday, I doubt it because surely that would have made it into Monday's diary entry but it didn't so let's assume I found happiness in Lindsay's group, even if I did have to be Posh Spice.