tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51878163966522843002024-02-07T22:02:57.159-08:00A Hamster called Ollieand a girl who likes pretty...Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-5523265693623729482013-03-27T13:06:00.000-07:002013-03-27T13:06:04.537-07:00Pin Pin Pin Pin.....<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Pinterest. Hours go by. The child goes hungry. The sky goes dark. My tea gets cold. The dog bounces cross-legged by the front door and all because of Pinterest. I'm not alone. I know I'm not. Well, I might be the only one that forgets to feed her offspring but I'm not alone in being a Pinterest addict. Right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I have a fair few boards ranging from Makes to Pretty Hair to Things I MUST Have.... One Day. The board titled 'Mine Mine Want Want' is a board stuffed to the gills with things I will probably never be able to afford but a girl can dream and dream I do. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Yesterday whilst pinning and forgetting to drink I stumbled across the cutest PJs in the world. And I pinned. Before checking the price and whether they can be found in the UK. Mainly because I've discovered through Pinterest that I have expensive taste. Who knew? Champagne tastes and beer pockets, that's me! Luckily for me.... not only are these Jimmy Jammy's well within my budget but they're from H&M. Hurrah! Never getting dressed again. Ever.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Wow. Nearly a year away from blogging. That's a bit more than a break, huh? Truth be told, I was struggling. I keep reading about 'finding my blogging voice' and just felt totally overwhelmed, uninspired and discouraged. A year on and, having just read back through some of my old posts, I just realised that they SOUND LIKE ME. Weird. I can hear myself talking when I read. Ha!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So what's new? My Baby Boo became a teenager. She sleeps, eats and steals my clothes and shoes. Ollie the Hamster sadly left us. Bloody little critter got right under my skin and left a whole in my heart when he departed for Hammy Heaven. So much so that we haven't replaced him. I got posted from the North East of England back down South. We're only forty minutes from London now so I must explore. My Baby Sister got engaged and I got a new pair of running shoes. Hmm... hardly seems fair! I'm off medication and therapy free and have been for three months. Yay me! Oh, and I bought a bright red lipstick. Other than that we're still here, plodding on, plotting and planning our first holiday in six years. </span><br />
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Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-72790956006041493622012-03-10T09:55:00.000-08:002012-03-10T09:55:24.678-08:00Wee surprises.Don't you just love it when you stumble across something that makes you gasp with surprise and delight? My Mum and I were out doing the charity shop circuit in a small market town near where I'm from. Having dug through the rails I was wondering about one particular shop, arms loaded with potential buys when I noticed a door at the back with the words 'Retro Room' above it. I'm a sucker for the word 'Retro'. I'm also a sucker for adventure so in that room I went! Felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland if I'm honest. What greeted me as I stepped through the door actually made me gasp out loud. An absolute treasure trove of vintage wears. What I loved most, though, was the obvious time and effort that had gone in to the display. It was gorgeous! I don't know if it's the same everywhere but in the UK charity shops are staffed by volunteers and someone has poured their heart and soul in to this one. And it was just so unexpected! I spent ages in that room. I didn't want to leave that room. I felt like I had gone back in time and, honestly, I was bit reluctant to return to the 'Real World'. Unfortunately, return I did, but I can't wait to go back.<br />
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Erm, hello. Will you look at those colours?! And that bag.... oh my, that bag. I wanted that bag. I had my credit card in my hand, I wanted it that badly. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry when I realised that if I wanted it.... I was going to have to make it. I've never done any kind of needlepoint or embroidery, really, but, having stared at it, imagined it in my hands and then imagined being asked in the street where I got it..... I convinced myself I could do it. And, for probably the first time in my life, something I'm making actually looks like the tutorial I'm following. This does NOT happen very often. I'm much more arty and capable in my head than I ever am in practice. I love it. I can't believe I've never done it before. It's so relaxing!<br />
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The tutorial can be found over at <a href="http://blog.craftzine.com/archive/2012/02/project_needlepoint_purse.html">Craftzine</a> and was designed by the wonderful Danielle Thompson over at <a href="http://thompsonfamily.typepad.com/thompson_familylife/">Thompson Family Life</a> which is one of my most favourite kitschy, vintage blogs ever. Danielle is one of those people that make you want to redecorate every time she posts a new photo containing new, gorgeous colours that you'd never have put together. I'm kind of in awe of her actually. And eternally grateful for the introduction to my new obsession.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-84374695981743534822012-02-13T10:27:00.000-08:002012-02-13T10:27:56.884-08:00Miracles....Well, have we had some drama over the weekend. In our house, along with Baby Boo and myself, we have a dog, cat, a few resident spiders and, of course 'A Hamster called Ollie'. Ollie is such a little character. We've had a couple over the years but none have nibbled their way in to our hearts in quite the same way as he has. Whenever Boo comes home for the holidays her first port of call is Ollie's cage (read 'palace'. I still wince when I think of how much it cost). She then proceeds to prod and poke at his bedding until he pokes his twitchy, little nose out thus enabling her to reach in and proceed to hug him to within an inch of his life. On Saturday when we arrived home for half term, Boo headed for Ollie Pops and I headed for the kettle. It took a couple of seconds for me to realise that she had gone very quiet and I turned round to find her sobbing that Ollie was dead. I'm ashamed to say that, at this point, I also fell apart and we spent a good ten minutes crying all over poor Ollie's cold, little body. We then rang MY Mum and sobbed down the phone to her. She suggested that we lay him out in a shoe box ready for his burial and we began to scoop his bedding from around him so we could gently remove him from his cage. Still crying, Boo reached in, placed her wee, little hand around Ollie...... and then screamed and promptly dropped him. 'He moved, Mum! He did! He moved!'. Further inspection resulted in a knowing nod from me, a shout of laughter from us both and the realisation that, in the 24 hours I had been out of the house, Ollie must have taken it upon himself to try this hibernating whotsit. I have to say, the room he's in was freezing. I felt awful. I can only assume he'd got so cold that his body told him it was time for a loooooong nap. Poor thing. Two hours of cuddles in front of the fire, some cheese and lots of kisses and Ollie is back to his naughty, cheeky self. He is also now known as 'Miracle Boy'.... which we felt was quite fitting in the circumstances. Welcome Back, Ollie! We loves ya!<br />
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</tbody></table>Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-39939539906768747532012-01-18T06:32:00.000-08:002012-01-18T06:32:00.235-08:00This Wednesday.... I want.A Smeg fridge! And not just a little bit but a LOT. Unfortunately they cost a LOT and I don't have a LOT so now I'm sulking. A LOT....<br />
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1. Get over it.<br />
2. Start putting away a little bit of moolah every month.<br />
3. Paint current, crappy fridge a pretty colour and write 'Smeg' on it.<br />
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Oh what to do, what to do.<br />
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Think I'll just stare at these for a while whilst I ponder away...<br />
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</tbody></table>Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-65319868267627265542012-01-17T05:56:00.000-08:002012-01-17T07:10:22.640-08:00T Shirt YarnI have a pile of t shirts in the bottom of my wardrobe that taunt me every time I open the door? Why? Because they were collected for the sole purpose of making t shirt yarn some <strike>weeks</strike> months ago and I've yet to do anything of the sort. I have various tutorials bookmarked, it doesn't look particularly complicated but it's just one of those things I never quite find the time to do. Ahem. Anyway, the other day whilst browsing through Etsy I found some lovely multi-coloured yarn that put my pale, boring collection of clothing to shame. So I bought some. Instead of making it. I know, I know...<br />
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</div></div><div>Um... I kind of love it so far. And I'm gutted I waited this long to start it. Such is life, eh? I haven't bought enough to make a decent sized rug so my reasoning is that I will be FORCED in to cutting in to my own little supply if I want it finished and in place as soon as possible. Which I do. Isn't it funny the things we put of for no apparent reason?!</div><div><br />
</div><div>Want one all for your very self? <a href="http://www.craftpassion.com/2009/05/recycle-tutorial-making-of-t-shirt-yarn.html">This</a> is the best tutorial I have saved. And if you need help with crocheting in the round try <a href="http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/crocheting-a-flat-circle.html">here.</a> My 'go to' for all things crochet.</div>Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-67563069240089769952012-01-08T14:19:00.000-08:002012-01-17T06:05:33.100-08:00Disney LoveHave you all seen the outfits inspired by Disney characters that have been flying around? They've been all over Pinterest and I soooooo love them! They're from <a href="http://disneybound.tumblr.com/">Disney Bound</a> and I could spend hours and spend millions if I wasn't in the middle of my 'I've got no money because of Christmas and the Boxing Day sales' phase I seem to go through every year! These are my favourites (so far):<br />
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Aren't they fabulous?! I want to go shopping but my purse seems to be empty. Sigh.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-46208847985105896792012-01-02T10:08:00.000-08:002012-01-02T10:12:13.024-08:00Much Love Monday - A crisp, new page.I love the feeling at the start of a New Year. That feeling of being able to start again. It seems to be a fairly common theme that 2011 pretty much sucked for a lot of people. Family, friends, fellow bloggers... I've seen and heard so many comments along the lines of 'Well, thank God THAT's over. Moving on!'. 2011 was a hard one for me and Baby Boo. A lot of sadness, a lot of upheaval, a lot of readjusting. I'm glad it's over but I won't forget what I learned from it. Here's to a fresh start and a crisp, new page.<br />
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1. I'm an avid crocheter but I am CRAP at finishing projects. I get half way through, lose interest and move on the the 'next big thing', which also gets abandoned half way through.<br />
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2. I would rather eat my own foot than have to turn the oven on. I live off cereal, pasta and pitta breads stuffed with cheese and salad.<br />
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3. I've been an Irish Dancer since long before the Riverdance made it fashionable. I started when I was about 7 and stopped at 15. Started again at 21 and stopped about a year and a half ago.<br />
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4. I have a massive aversion to getting out of bed in the morning, hit snooze a good 3 times and end up leaving myself with approximately 3 minutes and 28 seconds to wash, dress, eat and get to work.<br />
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5. I love this blog but feel so overwhelmed at the quality of all the other blogs I read that I abandon it on a regular basis, convinced I'm boring, crap, never going to match up blah blah.<br />
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So, to this end - here be my New Year's Resolutions. Ta-daaah!<br />
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1. <b><u>Started something? Finish it</u></b>. Stop thinking the next project will be waaaay better than the thing you're half way through. Imagine the pleasure of actually having a finished item that <b><u>you made</u></b>.<br />
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2. Ok, so you hate cooking. And you're not overly bothered about food to be honest. <b><u>Start simple</u></b>. A few ingredients, a small amount of prep and cooking time et voila! A meal that doesn't come out of a cereal box! Make it colourful. Everything looks more appealing when it looks like a big ole rainbow.<br />
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3. Dance. You love it, it makes you smile, keeps you fit and gives you knock out legs. <b><u>Find a local class</u></b> and get stuck back in.<br />
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4. Willpower. That's what is needed here. Think about how you feel in the morning when you are hopping round the room, one leg in your combats, toothbrush in mouth and trying to get your hair up and boots on all at the same time. It sucks. You feel stressed. <b><u>Make time</u></b> for a slow start to the day.<br />
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5. Sod everyone else. This is your blog. Stop worrying and comparing and just enjoy it. <b><u>Get rid of the self-induced pressure</u></b> and write what feels good. Who's going to die because your blog isn't the best in the world? Hmm?<br />
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You know what..... I actually think I can do this.... Hurrah for 2012!<br />
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</tbody></table>Over the last year I have become increasingly more isolated. I stopped eating, sleeping, socialising or leaving the house unless I absolutely had to. I worried people would stare at me in the shops, that I am constantly being judged and falling short. I worry that my blog is crap, that I talk crap and no one gives a shit about my crap. I worry that my clothes aren't up to scratch, that my hair will get laughed at, that if do make an effort people will think I've tried to hard. I worry that I'll never be as fit as I want to be, as slim as I want to be, that I'll never get to travel out of combats , that I may never get a full night's sleep again. I worry that I'll be single forever, that no one could possibly love me, that I am just too much like hard work. I worry. Constantly. And those worries turn in to fear that gnaws away at my stomach and stop me from enjoying just about anything.<br />
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I've recently started a long course of therapy and medication and I'm already much better than I was this time last year (when I was pretending everything was ok). And if there's one thing I've learnt it's that this fear has taken over my life. I'm being taught to ask myself 'What's the worst that can happen?' and this ranges from anything as trivial as 'if I wear a nice dress to the shops' to 'if I tell my boss when I'm having a really bad day'. This fear has stopped me from getting out and about with my wee one, from joining a climbing group, from going for the promotion I wanted. My therapist also makes me highlight the things I already CAN do even though I worry I'm not doing them well enough. For example I wear a UK size 10 and I'm 5ft 6. If I wore a smaller size I'd probably look ill so why do I think I need to be slimmer? I can outrun most of the boys I work with because I do phys every day. One because I like to work out and two because it stabilises my anxiety. So why did I think I need to be fitter? Who do I want to be fitter than? Everyone? No one.<br />
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The best thing I've learnt is to take each fear, problem and worry and break it down into bitesize chunks and then to deal with each little mouthful separately. And also to look at the bigger picture as highlighted above. I am slim, I am fit and my daughter is outgoing, happy, smiley and bright so I must be doing something right. It's just remembering to remind myself of this stuff EVERDAY so I don't lose focus. I still have much to work on but I'm gritting my teeth and getting stuck in. It's exhausting, painful and slow but I feel a little bit more like me each week so the struggle has GOT to be worth it.<br />
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Wow. Did I ever need to get that out in the open. Thanks for listening.<br />
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Sometimes you just need to recharge those batteries. Bliss.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-75099832538030396912011-10-16T12:59:00.000-07:002011-10-16T12:59:05.290-07:00And she's back!Ok, so that was a bit of a break but I needed it. The whole negativity thing really got to me but I know I'm not alone in feeling this way so, today, I thought 'sod it!'. I'm just going to do my thing and let everybody else do theirs.<br />
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So, what have I up been up to? Lots of crafty stuff mainly. I'm currently in the process of working on my own version of this scarf after seeing it, dribbling, then bawking at the price. I mean, really?!<br />
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You can't really see it in the pictures but the black wool has little sparkly bits all the way through and I love it so much! I'm a sucker for glitter. There's a bit of a neon theme throughout too because I spotted some neon wool on eBay and just could. not. resist. despite promising I'd not buy any more yarny stuff until I'd worked my way through my current stash. Whoopsie.<br />
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Anyways, good to be back and I hope everyone is ok. Muchos hugs from this here girl.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-35862606256611772142011-08-06T15:34:00.000-07:002012-01-17T06:07:02.274-08:00I'm about to rant...For the most part I love blogging and I super love reading blogs but sometimes I see things that make me go a bit red and misty. One of the things really gripping me at the moment is the constant argument over whether we should be able to share other pictures, tutorials, ideas from other people's blogs. I think this depends on the content. And the re-poster's intent. There's a fairly large divide between sharing a tutorial with your readers and, say posting up a tutorial and claiming it as your own. There's a definite right and wrong there and I think <i>most of us </i>have enough integrity and intelligence to know the difference. I'm well aware that there are some that don't but I do think they are in the minority. I rarely see pictures around the blogosphere that don't link back to the original source or at least give credit to the owner.<br />
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I recently saw a blog post from someone who is upset about someone 'taking' her pictures and pinning them to Pinterest despite the fact that they gave full credit and when you clicked on the pics they sent you straight back to her blog. I don't see how this is taking?! Pinterest for me in an online scrapbook and saves me hours of printing off, cutting and sticking but I'm wondering if going back to my old methods might be less agro. And what about if I see something I love and stick it on my desktop to show my Mum? Is that allowed? What makes me laugh is that the biggest culprits are often the ones that constantly hold giveaways, sell ad space and sponsorship and are constantly trying to draw in more readers. You'd think they'd be kind of pleased and flattered that people are promoting the good things they do at no cost to them, surely? Or am I totally wrong here?<br />
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I also have a big problem with people that write shitty posts and then use a bad day, week, month as the reason behind it. This, to me, is akin to texting when drunk. I have had some bloody awful days recently but did any of you lot know how awful? No, because I don't feel this is the place to air my dirty washing. I pick up the phone for a good whinge. I don't hit out at the lovely people that take the time and effort to read my rambling (that would be you gorgeous lot) so to drop a shit bomb every time I feel a bit crap.... not fair, really is it?<br />
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When I use images in my blog I credit them. If I can't, I put a shout out to anyone that might know the original source and I never claim them as my own. Same with tutorials. If I had to write and get permission from everyone whose pictures I use I'd never have time to blog.... or hoover.... or sew.... or crochet. It's all got a bit silly really. There's a severe case of Princess-itus going round if you ask me. Not that you did. Just saying.<br />
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</tbody></table>Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-60695756360757962852011-08-04T13:48:00.000-07:002011-08-04T13:48:44.639-07:00The One Where I felt OLD....On Tuesday we celebrated my baby sister's twentieth birthday. Twenty! When did <i><u>that</u></i> happen?! Friends and family gathered in our garden for a BBQ in true British style..... flash downpours, thunder, 30 people crammed in to a gazebo fit for 10..... and Baby Sister opened her presents with Bruno Mars serenading her quietly in the background.<br />
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About every ten seconds she suddenly looked up and exclaimed 'OMG! I'm 20! I'm like <i>really</i> old now. I gritted my teeth trying not to bemoan out load the fact that I turn 31 next month. Old indeed!<br />
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Saying that, I remember 20 vividly. I had a ten month old baby who, on the positive side, could melt my insides with one toothy grin, but, on the negative, wasn't really in to the whole sleeping thing. I was about half way through an 18 month language course which meant studying every night and I could regularly be found in the early hours pacing the living room floor flashcards in one hand, grumpy baby in the other. I remember 20 being exhausting. Enlightening but exhausting. Thirty one's not so bad. And I really feel like I'm getting the hang of this adult thing. Better yet, I have an 11 year old...... who sleeps through the night! Yeah, baby! Take THAT, 20!<br />
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Happy Birthday Bob Bob. Love you lots like jelly tots.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-33941043839831254672011-07-21T09:29:00.000-07:002011-07-21T09:29:22.059-07:00I made.... something!As many of you know I am totally addicted to crochet. What started as a simple way to pass the time of an evening is now bordering on obsession. What you don't know, however, is that (before today) I'd yet to finish a single project. I know, disgusting right? I get so excited when I come across new projects in magazines, on blogs, youtube etc that whatever I'm working on promptly gets abandoned so I can take up this much newer, much more exciting task.... ahem. With this troubling me as I tried to sleep last night, I got up this morning, shoved cinnamon and raisin bread in the toaster and dived head first in to my WIP box (which is bigger than your average caravan - I really must get a grip).<br />
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Lo and behold, two hours, two slices of toast, four cups of tea and a chocolate biscuit later and Ta-DAAH!!!<br />
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A hat!<br />
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Crocheted in the garden during this freakishly hot weather we're having in the UK. Ah well, no need to worry.... it'll be freezing in a couple of days if normal British summers are anything to go by and then I can stroll around town in my new woolly creation. Plus I now know what everyone is getting for Christmas....Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-41615321158383898152011-07-19T10:40:00.000-07:002011-07-19T10:40:49.476-07:00Long overdue...Oh my giddy goodness. I can't believe how long we've been away. The whole moving thing.... much more of a nightmare than I envisaged it to be (despite the fact that this is our 8th move in 12 years...). It all started with the removal men turning up a day late - cue much crying, shouting and kicking of boxes - and got progressively worse from there. I won't bore you with the details but, suffice to say, the last few weeks have been severely lacking in morale and not even chocolate donuts could bring a smile to my face. We're all sorted now though, which is the main thing, and our small, little house is really coming together. It feels homely and comfortable and it's close enough to my Mum that we can turn up on the doorstep demanding to be fed when I can't be bothered with the whole oven thing..... much easier to just use it as extra storage space in the kitchen :)<br />
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Anyway, I'll leave you with some pics and a big hug for everyone that stuck around long enough to read this post. I've been desperate to sit down and write. Tis lovely to be back.<br />
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</tbody></table>Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-61792244403505518652011-06-12T13:07:00.000-07:002012-01-17T06:08:13.012-08:00Stick with me...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqjTZLmvA9Ivv9eVB7GLO3vZh5bXcAVM4pI49YUyxi6IL2w5PXcIp1WfNqyU_oXrKVDWua9L7J35C5OAk7w8EC4TzoevSjNnwwJw3g_LkdL-x_djhU7ojFp_OO07BBpOJdIlx2RyHZnp0/s1600/back-soon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrqjTZLmvA9Ivv9eVB7GLO3vZh5bXcAVM4pI49YUyxi6IL2w5PXcIp1WfNqyU_oXrKVDWua9L7J35C5OAk7w8EC4TzoevSjNnwwJw3g_LkdL-x_djhU7ojFp_OO07BBpOJdIlx2RyHZnp0/s1600/back-soon.jpg" /></a></div>The madness is almost over. Please wait for me! Back real soon, I promise. Thank you for all the lovely comments you've left whilst I've been running round like a headless chicken. Really boosted my flagging morale :) You guys are fab.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-70296804287539356272011-05-24T10:25:00.000-07:002012-01-17T06:08:23.963-08:00Must. Motivate.You know how I'm moving from Germany to the UK in 8 days? And how I should be all motivated and stuff. Putting things in boxes, cleaning windows, dismantling beds etc....?<br />
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Well, I keep getting distracted. Boxes are AWESOME! You can make transmogifiers out of them....<br />
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And robots...<br />
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And cars...<br />
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Now help me get back on track. Before the removal men turn up and find me playing Cowboys and Indians in my very own fort....<br />
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I can't believe we actually have an address. Bricks and mortar. It's been a long time coming. We were due posting last November but, due a housing shortage in the area we're posted to, we've just had to sit back and wait. That's the official reason anyway. I reckon it's got more to do with the fact that, due to budget cuts, the Housing Office were told they had to downsize from Krispy Kreme donuts to digestive biscuits at coffee break and this was their revenge. Just a theory, mind.<br />
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Still, it's all sorted now. The house is small and the garden is about the size of a postage stamp but, quite frankly, they could have allocated us a tent and we'd have found a way to get the sofa in.<br />
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Army houses are always painted Magnolia (dirty cream), have either blue, green, dusky pink or claret carpets, heavily flowered curtains and the kitchens and bathrooms often leave a lot to be desired. If there's one thing you learn very quickly as a soldier it's how to make the best of what you've got. We are masters at finding the perfect rug, whipping up the perfect window dressings and covering the walls with as many pictures and photos as possible. Oh, and we always buy plain coloured sofas. I once made the mistake of having the most gorgeous purple sofa and was allocated a house with claret (dark, yucky red) carpets. Two years of walking in to my living room and having to swallow back vomit taught me a lesson or two.<br />
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Also, when you move out of an Army house it has to be left exactly as you found it so we don't often paint the walls. Blu-tack is our friend. Painting them back just adds to the stress of the three million other things you need to do including packing and scrubbing the house to within an inch of it's life. If it's not 'Army clean' you get charged.<br />
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So what better way to celebrate than with a big cup of tea, a donut (take THAT, housing office) and a mooch through my inspiration folder?<br />
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** I've had the majority of these lovely pics for yonks and failed to save sources. If they belong to you or you know who they do belong to please let me know. Credit where credit's due **<br />
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1. I started blogging out of pure jealousy. I saw pretty, inspirational, funny blogs and I wanted one. Simple as that. I still have a long way to go but I'll get there one day. I still very much feel like a newbie.<br />
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2. When Baby Boo first went to boarding school I was so lonely and so sad that I completely shut myself away from 'real' people. Not that you guys aren't real but the people I worked with, socialised with - I cut them all off. I just wanted to cry... and you can write blog posts without anyone ever knowing you have tears running down your face. This doesn't work so well with face to face conversations. Funnily enough.<br />
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3. I discovered 'crafting' soon after Boo went to school and I kind of hoped that one day I'd be good enough at something to be able to do cute tutorials for the cute things I've made. Still working on this one too. It's not helped by the fact that I'm still in that phase of trying everything because it's still so new and exciting.<br />
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4. Once I'd started blogging and discovered how much I enjoyed it, I vowed to get better at it. To build the kind of blog I'd always wanted when I first began reading other people's. I want to learn html and photoshop and learn how to take good pictures and how to write things people will enjoy reading without compromising <i>me</i> and the things <i>I</i> want to write about. <br />
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5. It's made me realise what a big place the world is. I love reading blogs from the US and Australia and the UK and Japan and... well, you get the picture. It's nice to throw a little bit of Germany in to the mix. Though with our move back to England I'll just have to blog about the good old North East coast! Stand by, stand by! </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999; font-family: inherit;"><br />
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Ok, so it's just a bit of fabric and a bit of pretty crochet edging but I made it all by myself! And now I'm giggling because I'm all pleased and stuff!<br />
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You watch.... by next week I'll be whipping up something like <a href="http://knittaporfavor.wordpress.com/2010/05/05/smart-ass-car/">this</a>!<br />
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Going without sleep = bad<br />
Discovering new internet goodies as a result = hurrah!<br />
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Look what I found whilst googling 'pesto pasta'..... at 3am this morning....<br />
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<a href="http://foodgawker.com/">Food Gawker!</a> How have I never found this before?! A website where all the best foody blogs in the world kindly place all their yummy recipes in one spot with links to their blogs saving me hours of searching and RSI!! I found <a href="http://gimmesomeoven.com/pesto-pasta-with-chicken-asparagus-arugula/">this scrummy recipe</a> and even dribbled a bit at the picture. It's ok, I had my PJ's on.<br />
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I know! Amazing, right? Wait, wait....it gets better....<br />
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<a href="http://dwellinggawker.com/">Dwelling Gawker!</a> Yep, thousands and millions of pictures of fabbity, gorgeous homes. Suddenly 3am isn't so bad though it would be much better if I lived here and could nip out for a night time swim....<br />
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Oh, did you think I was finished? Nope, saving the best for last....<br />
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<a href="http://craftgawker.com/">Craft Gawker</a>! By the time I found this I was almost wetting myself with excitement. Seriously. I may even have jumped up and down on my bed a bit. Maybe.<br />
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I'm heading down town in a bit so I can buy what I need to make this!<br />
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Happy browsing everyone. Let me know what you think. Just nudge me if my eyes are shut.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-34525483420165265782011-04-26T14:11:00.000-07:002011-04-26T14:11:26.200-07:00I miss my Baby Boo.That's the little one back at boarding school. I feel bereft. I miss her already. We've had such an awesome couple of weeks and the weather has been beyond fab so lots of lovely, ice creamy days were had. And not just little ice creams but big, fat, holy cow I'm never eating again ice creams...<br />
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Nails were painted...<br />
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Granny Squares were made...<br />
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Pets were much loved...<br />
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</div>Silly sunglasses were worn...<br />
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Mummy and Boo were at their most blissful...<br />
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Roll on the summer holidays when hopefully we'll be able to get some swimming in..... in the North Sea! Brrr! We is brave. Well, Boo is. I'm going out on a surf board so I don't have to get my feet wet.<br />
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On another note entirely, 3 sleeps until the Royal Wedding! I'm actually quite excited considering my interest in the Royal Family normally only runs to reading what mischief Prince 'Bad Boy' Harry has been up to.<br />
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Hope you all had an awesome Easter. I'm off to run off my chocolate feast. Might even throw in a sit up or two.Tidshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17997453654116724699noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5187816396652284300.post-52913686851099637742011-04-25T15:49:00.000-07:002012-01-17T06:09:22.255-08:00Winner winner winner!!!Just popping on to announce the winner of the fab-a-dooody sponge mic giveaway. Will be back tomorrow with pics of moi et Baby Boo and the fabulous Easter Hols we've just had. She's back to school tomorrow so I will be able to sit still for five minutes, breathe and write me a blog post. If I could bottle that kid's energy and sell it I would be so rich I'd never have to turn away a pretty pair of shoes....EVER.<br />
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Ok, I just used random.org to draw the winner and it gave me <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;">number 9</span>!! However, on account of my complete and utter lack of computer skills, I can't figure out how to display the widget with the result attached and I'm too scared to play with html stuff so you're just going to have to trust me. Next time I am drawing numbers out of a hat....<br />
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Congratulations <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-size: large;">Andy</span>!! Hope your girls love it. I've sent you an email so you can let me know where you want your prize sending. Oh, that felt so good. I'll have to have another give away soon. Who knew they could be such fun?! Thank you for entering and giving me that warm, gooey feeling that comes with doing something nice.<br />
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