Saturday, 25 April 2009

And at last... real broadband.

And so I once more feel complete and normal. I no longer have to shop for groceries with everyone else, blogger should like me again, and you can have a break from all the words and have a picture show!

Enjoying today's forecast rain in our woods: bluebells, slithergidee tracks (badgers perhaps?), heron, egret, cuckoo, butterflies, may blossom, lots of other singing birds and straining above them after what has seemed a long year, the Nightingale singing its heart out.


Each morning we discover a new plant has grown and flower opened. It's such a great discovery waiting to see what was planted before our arrival. Today we have been treated to a full display of cherry blossom and peonies. I'm afraid my focus is a little out owing to the breeze on both shots. The colours of this peony are just begging to be painted, photographed or dyed...



First DIY project on house. Transform cold but strikingly clean navy blue and magnolia porch into something a little sunnier (I even cleaned my old rug - the wonders of a washing line). NO ORANGE CARPET ANYWHERE, can you believe it!! Except for That Man at That Shop and I refuse to spend my money there. So, it is full stop to that at the moment but, the hunt continues.


2nd DIY job - note, with tools! I have put up, for the first time ever, 2 blinds. My cheap and cheerful junior hacksaw from Wilko stood up to the challenge and the Smalls now have smart (and cheap) roller blinds instead of having to buy expensive (and boring) blackout lining.

The knitting had a little pick me up at the end of the holiday, try Sunday night last week, in a denial to my imminent back to work moment I cast on. These were originally cast on for Biggest Small since she's going through a purple faze, but after trying on number one, she said they were cosy but too small, Littlest Small was against the colour, Medium Small got next shout. She loved them, so no ripping back to extend foot, I'll just finish off sock no. 2.



And to the frogged hourglass sweater: the chevron lace cardi was finished and has had a trial day out at work, and I still have yarn remaining. Only thing I think needs improving is where I put the button, think needs to be lower (a little too close to my neck for my liking - say strangulation close) and perhaps needs to be a pair.


Who says inanimate objects don't have a higher purpose. See below, very serviceable kitchen carpet, still functioning and onto its second family. But hold on what is this, at last its higher calling has been discovered, it is not a mere underfoot servant, but in fact hidden within its being is the perfect curtain-cutting precision-pinning straight-line potential. Now that the kitchen carpet has been elevated to its highest state perhaps I can be rewarded with carpet- halo points. In orange?Finally, a before and after shot.

Corner of garden before:


Same corner after:

Much fun was had. The Smalls all pitched in and transformed this corner of the garden. They had wanted, "a gold shed", we compromised with 'Golden Autumn'. As the stain went on I had visions of a secret midnight repaint and a 'Oh look how different it is now it has dried' conversation. It did pretty well covering such a dark layer below and I admit, I think the Smalls may have known what they were talking about! Masonry paint. There's a discovery. How much fun is that. The texture is like that of the plaster-cast-before-it's-dried-bandage-binding-thingey. Lucky I only have this wall to be let loose on else I could get carried away.

Since I can no longer think of words I think it's time to stop for today. Best catch up on some of those podcasts I have missed so much.




Friday, 17 April 2009

And we have lift off. Photos!!

Ah, now linux doesn't like blogger picture upload screen, but this computer does!! Check back last few posts for picture additions!!

Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Honestly.


Thanks to Bearium I returned to my blog to a nomination for the above award.



Rules are to pick 7 blogs that make me happy, nominate them in turn by posting on their blogs. Finally, list at least 10 honest things about myself.

So, here we go: 10 honest things about me.

1)I cannot do the squeezably soft test on any brand of loo roll since to squidge a whole roll makes my teeth stand on edge. The worst bit for me is taking a new roll out of a brand new packet since I invariably have to squadge one in the process. Shiver.

2)Anyone who likes order and system is driven crazy by my cd and book shelves. There is an order. Apparent it seems only to me – but it ranks eschalons higher than chronological, alphabetical, any other-al. I have things more or less categorised for need and demand. For example, the most uninspiring chore of the day needs tricking along by being surrounded by inspirational texts and images ie. my knitting and crochet books, therefore these can be found in the kitchen; poetry books are just at the foot of the stairs immediately by the front door to provide last minute protection against the world and sustenance for the day; and everything else is, well, everywhere else; except for cookery books which could be found at a charity shop should the mood ever take me.

3)The first time I ever saw a pair of knitted 'soakers' as those across the pond “delightfully” call them (ugh at what they soak) I found them hysterical since they looked like a sheep's stomach – oesophagus and all. To put this in context I was not then a knitter but simply a new cloth nappy mum looking for something that was dry, the word soaker does not inspire this confidence in me! Worryingly now, I have a marked curiosity in their construction and variation... how long will it be until I make one I wonder (never say never).

4)I love yum yums. If you have never eaten them before do not begin. Forever after you will be questing for the experience of that first bite.

5)I would love to see the Northern Lights, aurora borealis not the film... should Bruce Parry wish to accompany me to ensure full romantic aesthetic I wouldn't begrudge him that opportunity.

6)I have recently (this last month) noticed that all the road rage I have witnessed or been victim to has been perpetrated by lone men of a certain age – really somebody ought to warn them of the risks of high blood pressure at their age. I must admit that I observe their hystrionics with a degree of anthropological interest. The antiquated gestures are like a piece of lost history resurfacing momentarily.

7)I write poems. Indulgent, wringing, morose, sad and deeply self-conscious affairs. I would, however, like to write like my favourite poets: Maya Angelou, Wendy Cope, Carol Ann Duffy.

8)I am entranced by silver birch and rowan trees (goodness only knows how I got from 7 to 8!!)

9)A poignant story to me at the moment is 'The Little Red Hen' ;)

10)Without my Smalls the Earth would be flat and I'd be forever creeping closer to the edge of it.

Still here? See without photos the words just get carried away.

Blogs to nominate for this award are:

Penny, because she says it how it is, and has said just the right thing I needed to hear at the right time too. Thank you Penny.

Sarah – because she's brave and courageous and talented and humble and a great mum to top it.

Leigh
– because she is my twin from the other side of the pond. I miss you.

Nic – clever, honest, helpful, and pretty damn smart... and get back blogging!!!!

miaou
– inspiring, positive and a happy blog.

The mog's blog– just getting to know your blog, and it is great, thanks for finding me. Lots of feasting for eyes and brain here.

23 Beech Hill – to rest my eyes and enjoy.

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

Digression

While blogger and I are locked in a battle over its inability to load the upload screen to upload photos that enable me to punctuate my posts, I digress...

Some of the things I find exhausting about having children (aside from sleep deprivation)

1) 'No' does not mean 'no' as I was lead to understand it. 'No' in the Small's dictionary actually means: ask Mum in a different way for as many times as she says 'no', hoping that the answer you are looking for will soon become apparent, increase volume and whingeing tome with each subsequent rephrasing. Repeat until you get what you want or Mum's head starts spinning on its shoulders. Then ask again. If that fails ask your invisible friend, or passing dog.

2) Socks and shoes. Enough said.

3) Routine. Children thrive on routine, it helps in a myriad of ways as all the child-clever people will tell you. I believe its success lies in its ability to organise mum's time into increments of seconds. Any time escaping 'routine' is not to be filled by mum with a 'free period' or with 'thinking', rather it is the opportunity to request simultaneously a multitude of demands ranging from petty to outrageous.

4) Teeth (see 2).

5) Car seats. At what point can you safely avoid psychological trauma by showing said Smalls the safety-dummy-crash-test-video to emphasise that although 'she of another family' only travels with the booster section of her car seat, all the Smalls in This Family journey with the back restraints too.

6) The need to be all seeing and all knowing; even if essential information for the moment has not yet been imparted and remains in relevant Small's head - this can extend to being blamed for something that happened in a dream.

7) Carrying things. Come back pushchair all is forgiven.

8) School. Let's be precise here. School playgrounds. Why is it: 5 years consistent and constant good behaviour training, 10 seconds playground exposure to The Dark Side, lifetime re-training from scratch?

9) Decision making. How long do you sweat out a maxed temperature at home when the option is sweating it out in the queue at Casualty with the added interest of the Friday-night-booze-cruise-Thriller-Special extras for company?

10) It can all change in the blink of an eye... that goes for all "firm" favourites: food, colours, clothing, toys, books, names...Littlest Small wishes it to be known that her name is Actually Honey Cloud!!

Monday, 13 April 2009

Happy Easter

We had our first Easter Egg hunt in our garden ever. This is our 'pinch me each morning' garden:The Smalls were soooo excited that they whizzed around squealing at each new find. I can't say I whizzed all day being awoken at 6am and then having to contrive to let the Easter bunny do his job around the garden before my absence was spotted (ok that gave me about 1 minute and a bit - at a push).

Started the chevron lace cardi. Decided that I am probably never going to knit a jumper this late in the season so the bottom half of the hourglass sweater is about to be frogged. I can however manage to crochet a garment, so I will go with my honest ability!

I am noticing that there are lots of fresh decisions rising in my brain. I'm not yet sure what they are mind you, however I have a distinct sense of momentum. Firstly, with all my yummy yarn gifts from my birthday and Christmas I have decided that I will enjoy these yarns. I find that I have been saving all my scrumptious yarns for: when I'm a better knitter/ crocheter; when I have found the ideal project; when I get that holiday of time. Perhaps they could thereby wait forever. A change of mindset is what's needed here. I am going to give myself the freedom to use and enjoy these now!!! For 'If not now, when? If not me, who?' Watching the Smalls play in the garden I realise how fleeting moments are, and how very very lucky we are as a family...and how crucial it is to me that they had the garden as children. But also that luck is underpinned with a great deal of hard work, determination, leaps of faith and patient observation. If I can be brave enough to buy this house, I can be brave enough to use expensive yarn gifts!

BTW any of you Dream Oracles? Had a very peculiar one last night. Started off as the usual worry dream about work and going back to school, deepened into a bit of a nightmare how I'm feeling about work, then to top it I went to sleep in my dream and had a dream. When I awoke in my dream a friend who I knew, but don't recognise in my real waking state, asked me to come with her to a fortune teller who could read my dream within a dream. I dreamt that I had been lying in the sand-dunes on an (English, not tropical by any stretch of the imagination) beach. I was looking up at the cliffs of sand about half a metre high as if from a child's perspective. I noticed the tufts of grass peeping over the top contrasting with the colour of the sand. That was it. The Teller told me that I could probably work out the dream if I pondered on it, but then gave me a special card that meant I could come and visit her whenever I liked. She said she had never had reason to give anyone else one before.

OK. Either this means I've totally lost the plot and need that ticket out of here, or permanent VIP access to therapy, or something else altogether? See, there are some strange things going on in my psyche.

Best get back to the knitting methinks!

Friday, 10 April 2009

Happy making...

Every so often one is awakened to the hypocrite within!



Biggest Small can be described as always on the go, hectic, very busy, owning a butterfly brain, full of energy - sometimes it is quite simply exhausting (both being alongside all this and happenchancing around activities that would be a productive channel for all that busy-ness. Today she was actually worn out!




Normally when she gets out of bed she hurtles into the day like a whippet from a cage. This morning started no different, but this morning shopping/coffeeing and playing games with Aunty Her I and Uncle Him, on top of Medium Small's party yesterday, big walk the day previous and swimming the day before that, she was finally (temporarily) worn out and plonked herself down in the front room, leaving Medium Small to pore over her Birthday gifts, and Littlest Small to shadow me. With an hour to spare until tea time I re-painted the 'conservatory' - ably assisted, put the washing on - ably assisted, whizzed up the curtains for the front room from the material we'd bought this morning (very much assisted in selection of), re-jigged a few things, put away the last of the party bits, put food on to cook and finished with a cup of tea. Talk about kettle calling the pot black!!! But it was such a small unexpected window of opportunity and these moments are fleeting are they not?




To tell the truth I think I was trying to stall looking at my books that had found their way into my shopping path today!



Thank you everyone for taking the time to post your comments. I really appreciate them and it is great to feel A Part.

Thursday, 9 April 2009

Happy Birthday Medium Small


6 today!!

And Happy Birthday Blog, 2 years old today!

Now that we have a house with space, I can throw parties for my children (it was too cold for party-dress-clad-littlies in the garden). Medium Small's party today therefore setting the precedent! A handful of children plus the Smalls makes a houseful and much excuse for jelly and merriment. We played traditional party games and the time whizzed past... and they loved it (phew). Medium Small wanted the day never to end and loved being the hostess. My greatest moment? The parasols on the jelly - I'm a complete child for them.

Monday, 6 April 2009

Photos

After this:

Just a taster of life in the new mousehole:


The back-to-work-rug has been completed, duly acquisitioned by Littlest Small who abley models it on Our Grass!!!!



The netbook cover is done too. Exactly 50g bar about 10cm (I just kept going until I had enough for cast off... it was close). Pictured OUTSIDE too :)

Flowers from the garden that just got too heavy for themselves and needed to come in and rest in a vase of water. Cheerfulness, one of my favourite flowers and scents, and here I find a whole border full of them! It's fascinating having moved in at the bitter end of February to a barren garden and daily something new and unexpected appears as if by magic.

Sunday, 5 April 2009

Names

Biggest Small: Mummy, how did we tell you our names when we'd just been born even though we couldn't talk so that you called us by the right name from the start even though we couldn't tell you?

Least I can now rest assured I have done one thing right!

Saturday, 4 April 2009

I have missed you all!

I'm back.

Jig around the room.

Hurrah. Yippe. Yahooo!

OMG it feels great to be back online. Be assured that you were all 2nd only to asda.com - oh bliss, no more food shopping 'for real'. Yup there was bound to be a hiccup in The Move, and that almighty one was a certain phone company taking 6 weeks to process my broadband and then to announce they had lost my order. Enough I say! So I marched up to PCWorld this morning and purchased myself some clever dongle and compatible modem and look (only 2 hours longer than the 5 minutes the insrtuctions indicated) in significantly less time than 6 weeks, I'm alive again!

Actually, you might have all been saved by my absence. Imagine you would have had posts upon posts of: look a new flower in Our Garden; look me cutting the grass in Our Garden; look us having a picnic in Our Garden; look another flower; look it has rained/ sleeted/ sunshined/ blown a gale in Our Garden; look stairs, a front door, space. And you have all been spared the saga of The Passion Play (never let me mention it again) spit over left shoulder, much crossing and warding-off gestures!

Chez Mice:

Photos galore to follow don't worry, but tonight I am just so excited to speak to you all again. And thank you for hanging on in there... and Bearium thank you for my award, what a treat to come back to.

To summarise: Biggest Small IS in her own room; and I in mine which co-incidentally houses 'Mummy's Secret Room' (as the Small's describe it) - the airing cupboard, more accurately serving its rightful purpose as The Stash Space; Medium Small says it is The Best House Ever and she doesn't miss the flat even a nail-bite worth! Littlest Small loves the garden and paints and paints and paints. And how grown up do I feel, I now own a dustbin!! A real big black one. Now that's a sure sign of success!