Seeing double

I recently rediscovered the ‘Topsy and Tim’ stories, all about the mundane but somehow exciting adventures of twins Topsy and Tim.  These books, once a favourite of mine, can now be watched on TV.  Feeling nostalgic I thought I would look online for some of the golden oldies, I found and purchased a 1982 copy of ‘Topsy and Tim’s School Play’, identical to the one I had as a child.  On reading it I am transported to a time when life was a little simpler… Topsy and Tim are to be farm animals in their school play, Topsy a goose, Tim a pig.  Practising their roles at home Tim decides to eat like a pig.  In the night Tim has a tummy-ache, the look on Dad’s face as he comes in to a crying child is one I recognise, not a look of concern for their child but the look of a parent who has been woken, yet again! Anyway Tim recovers and the play is a success…. What’s not to like???

Topsy and Tim's School Play (1982)  by Jean and Gareth Anderson .   A classic, well I think so...

Topsy and Tim’s School Play (1982) by Jean and Gareth Anderson .
A classic, well I think so…

This rediscovery got me thinking, have I always seen double?… As a child I loved the Topsy and Tim stories.  My imaginary friends were a same age pair, a girl and a boy called Charlie and Motsy.  Once independent my pets came in pairs, a boy and a girl where possible; Tilly and Archie (cats) became Tilly and Charlie, Primose and Violet (chicks), followed by Iris and Lily, followed by Poppy and Clover… and now I have my very own Topsy and Tim, only with better names.

When I go out and encounter strangers they often say how lucky I am to have twins, a boy and a girl, but luck has nothing to do with it, I believe I was chosen for this journey.  My whole life I have been destined to be a multiple mummy, has my life of doubles been in preparation for the moment I was handed two babies?

A space to create

When my twins were born my craft room became a rainbow themed room with two cots and more importantly two babies.  All my creative effects were placed in cardboard boxes, sealed with parcel tape and stowed in the depths of my loft, but a year on and I am still mourning the loss….

My mission, to create a space to create.

First step was to make a space.  The decision was made, crafting over clothes, one of our two wardrobes and every drawer we could find was emptied, the needless contents bagged up and sent to the charity shop or recycling bin.  Step two remove wardrobe, check! Step three, make it a space to create and store, no more lengthy trips to the loft resulting in running out of time.

My 1930's oak bureau

My 1930’s oak bureau

For months our little family, every fortnight on a Friday evening, took a trip to the local auction rooms in search of the perfect bureau, many were measured and photographed but only one made the cut.  Ta-dah! A 1930’s art deco oak bureau with cabinet, it was perfect.  Many bids later and it was mine.

The boxes were removed from the loft and the creating began.  The leather inside the desk was tatty so I replaced it with some beautiful paper and 7 coats of varnish. Crafty books and magazines were neatly arranged on the top of the bureau.  Drawers, baskets and jars on shelves were filled with crafty goodness and the best bit, 2 shelves of fabric folded neatly and arranged by colour!  The last task was to try out my new space and make some pretty curtains to protect my fabric from the sun.  Weeks later, with a bit of culling, I have a creative space to be proud of.  You might even say I’m in love!

Crafty goodness

Crafty goodness

My space to create complete with curtains