Before Sports Day, I was warned by a veteran Mummy of the school that the break for a picnic at lunchtime was an event to rival Glyndebourne. No pressure there then. But it did spur me into finishing the picnic quilt that has been in progress since this time last summer. I justified not finishing it then, because the weather was so dismal that there was precious little opportunity to picnic. But this year? Well, really there was no excuse.
I had already made the top and basted the quilt sandwich and discovered that the batting I had chosen was an absoulte swine when it came to hand quilting. And that my diddy little machine was not going to cope with a 3m long picnic blanket. So I decided to go with a very minimal amount of hand quilting and quite a lot of hand tying with embroidery floss.
And then disaster really struck when with 36 hours left before p-day, I discovered that I have misplaced the quilting ruler. Which put paid to any fantasies of making my own bias binding. So horror of horrors, I used nasty shop bought poly-cotton binding, chosen without any of the fabric to colour match with. But d'you know what? It was the easiest binding I have ever put on. And after all, it is destined to be dragged all over the place all summer long, so it's crazy to get too precious over it.
Veteran Mummy was accurate in her Sports Day assessments though - some poeple even brought their own gazebos. I kid you not. Did my picnic blanket pass muster? Bless his cotton socks, Mark announced in a loud voice to all and sundry at lunchtime - 'My Mummy made this. Isn't it great?' . Which sort of forces people to say something nice about it. He is available to rent for craft fairs and other opportunities for blatant promotion, is utterly shameless and requires payment mainly in yummy food.
Because yummy food should always come first on the list of picnic priorities. Though the up to the wire sewing frenzy did mean that our customary favourite picnic snack had to be foregone in favour of dull old sandwiches. I promise to do better next time.
What do you like to stick in your hamper so you can feel like a domestic goddess?