Mon Espace Créateur - { My Creative Space }

I ate like the proverbial bird when it came to school lunches. My Mama Bear went to so much trouble to laden my lunch box with appetising yet wholesome lunch fare, however more often than not as I chatted and played my lunchtimes away it's contents didn't fill my belly but the closest wheely bin either at school or on the walk home from school when I realised my misdemeanour.



There were even the times when the lunch box arrived home full of nourishment only to be popped sneakily under my bed until I found a chance to tiptoe out to the bin to dispose of the evidence.

Unfortunately a child's memory for cleaning is next to nil so I often created Frankenstein like concoctions with every mould known to man in my little lunchboxes under my bed (yes there were multiples at times!) Only when my Mother Hubbard's Tupperware cupboard was bare did the hunt begin. And it certainly wasn't buried treasure that my Mum the explorer found!

My teaching career was definitely penance for my disgraceful behaviour. A week wouldn't go by without some wide eyed little love coming to me with a lunchbox overflowing with yoghurt. It's milky sludge coating every single solitary item inside. Dry retching away as I cleaned out it's contents to avoid the little one's Mum having to do it after it had festered all day (hope some young teacher will do the same for me one day!) I couldn't help but think of my poor Mum.



I have made a little wee lunch bag for Bijou for us to tote her morning tea around in as we busy ourselves with galavanting. I used some quirky retro inspired fabric for the outside, some navy polka dot oil cloth and a vintage button. Hopefully it will never grow mould!!

For more snazzy spaces have a peek-a-boo over at Kirsty's.