ramblings from mamarama Main menu Seeing spots in the back of my head Did your mother ever tell you that she had eyes in the back of her head? I heard it so many times I almost started to believe it, but it was only yesterday that I began to really understand its meaning. We have a 2 story house and my sewing room is downstairs. While down there I can hear everything. Kids walking around -- which one it is, which part of the house they're in, I can tell if they're playing ball or doing craft, I know when they pull out toys and when they're fighting and who is in the wrong -- and I can tell all this from one story below. To be honest I quite like having my own personal superpower! The kids are amazed -- they can't understand how I do it, and yet I know that this special effect can only last for so long..... so while they are still enthralled I whipped up my latest project..... With my passion for reusing or recycling things I often head to the local op-shop, I occasionally find gorgeous vintage fabrics but sometimes it's just bits and pieces that others are done with. I pick up what I can -- it's not always cheaper than buying new but at least the fabric is going somewhere it will be put together. The other day I found a green polka dot design that isn't really something that