Hi! My name is Dedri and I am the proud mother of three gorgeous, whacky boys: Pieter, Jaco, and Xander. I am married to Christiaan, who is as handsome as he is funny – yes, really!
I am a 4-day-a-week radiographer in the radiotherapy department at Charing Cross hospital and a Wednesday-only stay-at-home-MoM (Mother of more). Too many hyphens! I am 31 years old. How time does fly…
I have been making stuff since I can remember. I have no memories without being able to sew – my mother had an old hand-crank Singer that I had exclusive user rights to. So I sewed, and sewed…and went through my own finger a time or two as well, but what can you expect from a little girl :O
I have recently taken up cake-baking and crocheting (again) – very different now from the granny-squares my ouma taught me to make. And with the arrival of my boys – and the distinct absence of a little girl – I have turned my hand to making my projects more boy-friendly. Out with the pink booties and little pinafores and in with crochet cars and chunky playmats.
Half the fun of making something, for me, lies in someone appreciating the end product. At heart, I seek approval like a little child.
“Look at me! Look at what I made!” This usually aimed at my mother – and biggest fan. And she never dissapoints. “Well done,” she says. “I’m so proud of you!” My shoulders go back, my head lifts, and it is everything I need it to be, this praise, this drug I crave. And so, armed with these sentiments, I tackle my next project, and the next one, and the one after that…
My husband shakes his head and laughs. The other night, when I was painstakingly plotting out a crochet pattern in Excel, he said: “There’s only one of you.” But there’s plenty of me. Plenty of like-minded people who like making things and sharing what they have made. He just doesn’t know any of them. And frankly, in this country, neither do I.
SO: I have decided to start a blog and hopefully I will find comfort and the much-craved acceptance in the presence of like-minded souls with similar goals (hehe, couldn’t help myself there).