All that was 2025........

 

Time.  

I need more of it. 

Don't we all?

I went into 2025 with a sense of trepidation. 

It went better than expected if I'm honest, but a couple of weeks before Christmas, we lost a seasoned family member. Always quite a devastating thing to have to come to terms with.

December was stressful from the start (for very mundane reasons), and I was working all hours. I didn't feel Christmassy at all. If you are a seasoned reader here, you'll know that I have this love/hate relationship with the Christmas period. I always want to indulge in crafting, cooking, and just enjoying the magic of the festive season. The reality is stress. Pure and continuous stress. No time. Not being able to do what I want to do. Getting in such a grump over it. Getting even more grumpy with the fact that I am getting grumpy about it. The Christmas season is pretty much always a frustratingly awful disappointment.....that I totally bring upon myself. I just can't seem to break the cycle.

I had planned so much early on, and wanted to really go to town in December, but it all seemed to just fizzle before it even got going.

The house felt overloaded and I decided a tree would add to that hemmed in feeling, so we forwent a tree. My most favourite thing of the season......getting up stupidly early to sit in silence with a hot drink in front of twinkly glowing lights. I missed it dreadfully. Having no tree meant I didn't have to get in the loft to get the decorations down, so, consequently NO decorations came down at all. Nothing to adorn any parts of the house. I just had a few paper snowflakes from Sostrene Grene up that I had purchased in November, and that was it. I felt fine about it, and the Bears didn't complain..........until Christmas Eve.

Middle Bear left for work singing ' It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...' to which he then added in a fairly flat tone 'except it's not because no one has made an effort in the house'

Geez, the guilt! So......as soon as he left and the house was Bear free, we raided the loft and got down all the tree lights and strung them all over the house. It looked like some big grotto, but the smile on their faces when they arrived home on Christmas Eve was worth it all. Note to self, not to make that mistake again.  No matter how old the Bears are, they still love the magic.

I have to admit, that I don't think I can take the lights down just yet. The twinkly lights on the dark days really make me smile.

What was absolutely wonderful in 2025, was that my crafting mojo came back. Something I had been lacking for quite a few years now. It just seemed to come back all at once. Suddenly, the light turned on, and I was flooded with the desire to create everything. 

There does not seem to be enough time in the week to cater for work, household maintenance and crafting wanties, but I'm trying really hard to pack in as much as I can whilst this creative desire is overflowing.

Socks and scarves have really been my creative main stay. Actually, for the last few months, it has been scarf making. The Sophie Scarf by Petite Knits to be precise. I just adore them. The little neck scarflets and the big shawl scarves. I have wanted them in a whole range of colours. Absolutely ridiculous thing for me to make, as I have way too many scarves to begin with to need any more. But, when that itch itches, it most certainly needs to be scratched. There has been the odd bit of watercolour painting (I'm terrible, but I enjoy it), the odd bit of saltdough making, the odd bit of egg and pumpking painting, and the odd bit of foil crafting. 

I still need to master my sewing machine. I am desperate to make some basic clothes for myself. My sewing machine is a bit like my knitting needles. Both have scared me for so many years. I took the plunge with the needles after some wise words from a friend. I mean, I'm still a scaredy cat pants knitter, but my confidence is growing slowly. I'm guessing if I just take the plunge and try to become friends with my sewing machine, the same can happen with that too.  I need to find the time. It's just such an elusive thing.

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My garden in 2025 was pretty pleasing. I actually tried for a change. Well, I have tried before, but got so disheartened when it all failed me. Spending money on plants for them to just wither and die....or the sun kill them.....or disease get them.......or bugs devour them. I just find it so frustrating, and I don't seem to have the patience to work out what I'm doing wrong. I did plant a heck of a lot of spring bulbs last autumn. They made a spectacular show in my weeny garden and it seemed to encourage me to try again this autumn for 2026. I have been pretty rubbish. Very late with my planting. Who knows what will pop up. I'm guessing anything will be a nice surprise!

I am always in awe of these ladies that can just produce amazing gardens. It doesn't matter whether they have big or small gardens, they just seem to know what to do. I appreciate that they have TOTALLY put in the effort that I surely haven't and that's why their gardens look fab. I think I just want to 'blink' and it all look amazing. 

Heading into 2026, I have a word. I don't like making resolutions. You always feel such pressure......then usually feel such a failure.

I usually have a word I like to take into the New Year to keep falling back on and motivate me for whatever reason.

My word I'm tentatively taking with me into 2026 is

ACHIEVE

It's probably the most productive word I've ever decided upon.  I just want to achieve things in 2026. Thinking back on 2025, the word that just circled in my head was 'stagnant'. That's how I felt I was this past year. I had a few health issues which just seemed to stop me from achieving anything.  Time is passing at such an alarming rate, and I have reached an age where I now need to not let it pass me by. It's such a precious commodity and I need to get the most out of it.

I did wonder if the word 'achieve' was a bit too much,  but I thought it can be as big or as small as I want it to be. 

No pressure. 

So there we go. 

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I got a new lens for my camera. I stopped using my camera a while ago. Big Bear, who I love dearly, I also get irritated with. He loves cameras. He takes lovely photos, has a million cameras, but always seems to love fiddling with mine. I go to use it.....the battery is dead.......the lens is swapped......the card is full......the settings have all been changed.....it's not in the case........the battery pack is missing......my favourite lens has suddenly broken. He asks me....'mum, why don't you ever use your camera now?'

ERRRRRRRRRRR!

I do hope to start taking pics again in my favourite way. Big Bear has been given VERY strict instructions to keep his mitts off it. I won't hold my breath though. Watch this space.

I hope to fill 2026 with craft, and feelings of achievment. 

It would be nice too, if I could make a few more little entries into this little corner of the web of mine. I do miss not writing more regularly. Just recording snippets at a more frequent rate. Even if nobody visits this little space of mine, it's a lovely little reminder to myself of a life lived.

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just a few little snippets of pretty places in 2025

Wishing you all a very happy and healthy New Year

Cheerio

xxx

 

Whooosh......Where did 2024 go?

 

Goodness Me

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I SWEAR the time just goes faster and faster. 

I'm trying so hard to keep stepping off this fast paced train to just soak up where I am at....where my kids are at.

Keeping ones head down and getting through each day......suddenly months have gone by. 

It's just crazy.

Life has been a rollercoaster this year. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Some beautiful highs......and some very pants lows. 

I have started this post at least eight times. I write. I leave it. I write again. I delete it. I began writing this post in February. 

 

We are now coming close to October. 

 

I'm not so sure Blogs are read these days. I ponder on closing this little space of mine so often. I can never quite take the plunge for fear of regret. This place here is truly my place for my thoughts and my makes. If anything, maybe looking back and seeing my little journey can show me how far I have come. How far I have grown in my own little world, that was so full of self doubt and shyness.

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I don't even know where to begin with this year. I shall try to sum it up in brief....

Christmas 2023 came and went. Gosh, it feels so long ago now. I felt absolutely no Christmas Spirit. 

NONE AT ALL.

I just don't really know what happened. I'm usually REALLY stressed going into December, but getting the tree and decorations up, it calms me and makes me happier.

I was less stressed than normal, but I had absolutely no motivation to get a tree, get decorations down, make anything Christmassy. I asked the remaining home Bears if they were bothered if I went all out or not, and they just simply didn't care. Maybe that was the trigger. If one had said they love all that stuff, I would have been motivated to have decked up the halls, but NO SIREEEE, nothing graced the house, except for 3 white pipe cleaner trees I bought on sale.

It felt a little weird I have to say, but Christmas seemed to spring up so quickly that I really didn't feel like I had any time to feel sad or miss my lack of trying.

I don't really do New Year's Resolutions, but I do try to have a word that will be my word for the year. That way, I can work it in whatever form I like without that disappointment one inevitably gets.

I've felt so out of sorts these past 18 months, that I just felt like this year needed to be the year of self care. Self care without ANY guilt.

 

 I guess I have sort of been achieving it. I have definitely been carving out more guilt free 'me time'. The pleasure and relaxation of it has been offset with pretty much everything going wrong with the house this year. One of those years when all the big things happen at once....then all the little things happen at once. Just when you think nothing else can go wrong, life proves you wrong. 

By mid year, I had resigned myself to thinking that this will be the year that I will label as 'Not The Best'

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Crafting has taken such a back seat lately, but I have still been knitting socks (woohoo!), and feel like I'd now like to progress to a simple jumper. Being a shortie, there are two types of clothing I want to learn to make for myself.......jumpers at just the right length......and trousers at just the right length. I'm still on the search for simple easy patterns to knit and sew, but am almost excited at the thought of feeling crafty again.

 

 

 

If anyone has any ideas for a great beginner friendly jumper/sweater knitting pattern recommendation........I'm all ears. I'm such a visual learner. Written patterns are such a struggle for me, both in crochet and knitting. I made my socks watching a step by step tutorial, and it was amazing. I don't think I could have got past the first few lines of a written pattern before I'd have given up. Maybe I should search for a you tube tutorial for a basic jumper pattern. The words 'short rows' scares the bejeesus out of me. I fear that I'm at an age where I can't get to grips with knitting and patterns. My memory has always been terrible, but even more so in the last few years. I don't want to let it beat me, but the thought of just not getting it fills me with dread.

As the Autumn draws in, my fire has been reignited for blanket making. I purged my blankets recently and now feel the need to make some new ones. I always love the thought of snuggling under a blanket whilst I'm making it. I want a simple granny squares blanket. I was thinking on quite a traditional one (with colours that were less 'me'), but I saw one that the rest of the family liked more, so I'll maybe go with that. I guess there's no rule on how many granny blankets one can have.

I am now relishing the thought of candle season, cosy afternoons and cool weather baking. I do love the onset of Autumn.

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 After my dahlia success last year, I went crazy, and bought a whole bunch more to plant this year.They did fairly well. One lovely thing in 2024, was the success of my little postage stamp sized garden. I really do have the death touch, and have never really bothered or tried hard to create a nice garden. I'd say it was just functional. This year has been the best in terms of planting things, growing things, and keeping things alive! I have actually amazed myself, and it has spurred me on to try and do well again next year.

I spent last weekend getting the garden winter ready. Clearing out old pots that have gone over. Planting bulbs for spring.  It felt great, like I was getting my head in order.

 

The Bears laugh because I am convinced our road has been cursed by the evil Witch from Narnia. Everything grows and flowers at least 2 months later than normal. If we have snow and it melts, it melts from every other road, but you turn into ours and its shockingly frozen for days after. I'm guessing there is probably a very scientific reason why my little road stays colder than any other place where I live, but the Narnia Witch making a stop here is a more magical thought don't you think? 

I'm all for the magic.

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I have been hearing a lot of peeps mentioning the 'C' word. My heart sort of sinks. As I said, I had no Christmas spirit last year. I don't know why. I sort of put it down to being peri-menopausal and just lacking in any enthusiasm for anything. This year, I'm on a more even keel, but the path into 2025 is going to be a slightly uncertain one. It makes me think then, that Christmas 2024 will be weird.

I'll let you know

Here's hoping that I'll be able to find my words next year. Goodness knows where they went this year. 

 

 

Time goes so fast. I have been accutely aware of it this year. Trying so hard to stop and make memories and just soak up the loveliness of relationships and friendships.

My hope for the rest of this year is that I can be gentle on myself. Do small things with love. If I can take that into 2025 then I'll be content.

"Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and the shadows will fall behind you"

-Walt Whitman

Cheerio for now

xxx

 

 

Summer's End.....

 

When I was younger, when asked, I would say that Winter was my favourite season. I enjoyed the frosty days. I enjoyed being wrapped up and seeing my breath expelled in the chilly air. When I was in my mid teens, coats were really annoying things to lug around a secondary school;  I would happily brave the frosty winter mornings with just a scarf around my neck and a school bag. I never seemed to feel the cold. EVER. The chill felt fresh and exhilarating. Spring was alright, just always 'damp' to me.  I never quite saw beyond that. Summer was annoying. I was pale and never suited sun. I never quite saw beyond that either.  Autumn envisaged shades of orange, my least favourite colour. I was never a fan of Autumn coming. Orange.......orange.......orange. Everywhere. YUCK!

Fast forward quite a few years. I have grown to appreciate all the seasons in equal measure. Age, and wisdom, make you view things from other angles. If I'm honest though, Winter, which I loved so many years ago, annoys me somewhat. I appreciate it....but it annoys me. It seems we rarely get a crisp frost these days where I live. It's usually just grey and damp. I really struggle with it. Often, throughout this season, the grey just seems relentless. On those rare days where the days are bitter but full of sunshine, I feel quite alive. They really are rare though. Grey, dull days, it's when I just want to hibernate. Continuous grey dull days make me feel quite depressed and hermit like.

I now view Spring as the birth of the new.......not just the damp I used to see. Shoots and emerging greenery that offer hope of better days to come. I'm totally on board with that and relish the brighter days with excitement.

Summer, I've grown to somewhat enjoy. I no longer dread with a vigour. Colour. Lots of it. Long days filled with light. I do love light. I adore waking up to sunshine. I'm an early bird and waking up at 4 and seeing the day begin is just so beautiful and uplifting. Sitting on my little back step in the bright early mornings. Cup of tea in hand, and still a sleepy house crew. That cannot be beaten. I still can't get on board with the whole heat issue. What can I say?  I'm a true English Rose. I don't sunbathe. I wilt in heat. I like shade. The long sunlit days more than make up for it though. Dog walks in late evening watching the sun go down. There is a big hill behind my house with a copse right at the top. Surrounding the copse are benches. It's a big dog walkers hill, but in the Summer evenings, you get a gorgeous view of the sun setting over the valley. People go up there with evening picnics and bottles of wine, just enjoying that gorgeous golden light. It's a wonderful place to watch the day begin its wind down.

Autumn.  Well,  Autumn has been a very slow grower over the years. I still struggle with the whole orange theme (I know. It's ridiculous), but I have grown to look to the things I really do love in this season. Nature gets sleepy.  I LOVE how it gets sleepy. I love the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. Conkers on the ground. I love the 'nip' in the morning air and the low lying early morning mist. I love the smell of damp decay in the forest. The smell of bonfires in the distance. The chance to start the evening candle ritual. Rummaging through drawers finding scarves and accessories I'm going to want to start wearing. I love that. That MORE than makes up for 'orange' these days.

This Summer, flew by. Time seems to speed up exponentially as you get older. I try to get off the fast wheel often now just to take it all in. Sometimes your head is just so far down and in the thick of things, you forget to look up, stand back, and take a moment to see where you are in life. 

It was a mixed bag of weather this summer, but I was sure to make the most of the good days...

I have really enjoyed the Summer this year because of three things:

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I grew Cafe Au Lait Dahlias this year.  I have mentioned before that I have the death touch with plants. My garden is postage stamp sized, and yet I still cannot manage it. A VERY wet year about ten years ago brought black spot to our town. It affected everything. My morning school walks with Baby Bear past beautiful Horse Chesnut trees became very sad. We would watch these glorious trees that we had walked past and admired for lots of years look awful and withery. Then it hit in my garden and affected all my rose bushes. They have never recovered. Each year since they have looked such a sorry sight. The roses still bloom, but the leaves turn with the fungus and they wither and drop. I have researched and tried my hardest to combat it, but it's just a failing battle. It saddens me so much and really helps to create a deep loathing of gardening of any type. Anyway, this year I was determined to try and grow these beauties. To my delight I succeeded, and have had an abundant array of blooms. They have just given me so much pleasure. Even more so because I just thought it would be impossible for me to grow such beauty. 

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Jam. Yes, Jam I tell you. I have a love of all things rose scented. I wanted to make a jam with the scent of rose for summer. Thinking what kind of fruit would work well, raspberry seemed a no brainer. Well wouldn't you know that if you type in rose and raspberry jam recipes online, a whole host of recipe ideas come up. Obviously a good pairing, I found a recipe that looked good and set about making this jewel of a jam. I used this one here. It's as simple as you could get

All I can say about this jam is

OH MY GIDDY AUNT

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How on earth have I not made this sooner? It pains me to think of all the years lost that I hadn't been eating these jars of gorgeousness. It makes for the most deliciously different jam. A proper Summer jam. You can add as much rosewater as you like to either make it either lightly or heavily scented. I like a decent dollop. I make batches of both seeded and unseeded jam. The unseeded jam is gorgeous and jewel like. Perfect for delicate toast and Summer sponges. A good old Victoria Sponge cake made with this jam is truly to die for. The seeded jam is lovely and rustic looking and perfect paired with rustic breads. I really cannot stop making and eating it. It's a jam I didn't think anyone else would like to be honest, so I thought I could be a tad greedy and eat it all. Turns out, they all like it. Bumcakes. 

(Notice my homage to Bon Maman?! Purely for fridge identifying purposes!)

Each time I have a mouthful, it's a moment of pure joy. Can you tell i'm a complete fan? I'm probably a bit late in the season now, but I also really want to try making honey and lavender ice cream. Lavender has not really been something I've really ever wanted to have in a food. I do love the scent, but sometimes it can be too overpowering for me and quite medicinal smelling. Watching the film 'It's Complicated' with Meryl Streep (I seriously love that film), she made lavender honey ice cream and I thought it sounded weirdly wonderful. I've looked up several recipes, and I think (as with the rose and raspberry jam), you can flavour the lavender to suit your liking. I think I'd like just a hint of lavender.  I really want to give it a try. Watch this space. 

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Thirdly, this summer.......and the thing that really does make this summer a great one..........

I learnt to knit a pair of socks! 

For about 12 years I have wanted to knit my own socks. I don't know why it has taken me so long really. Maybe I was just so engrossed with crochet. I had a lot of ideas to get out of my system with crochet. The fear of the dropped stitch, and that they just looked complicated. Toe up, cuff down, a million different toe and heels to make. Learning was always something I just kept putting off until the following year. 

I don't know why this particular day was better than any other, but one day I woke up and decided that I wanted a pair of knitted socks under my belt before I hit my fifth decade on this earth. I found a tutorial on you tube. It looked simple enough. I had some needles and yarn already (from a previous burst of sock enthusiasm), so I was good to go.  Actually I wasn't. My usual fly by the seat of my pants and not pay full attention attitude, got me into a pickle at the very first hurdle. The air was blue, my knitting was a blob of a mess and seriously, it got thrown across the table several times. I tried to remember my first foray into crochet. The air was blue then and frustration high. Hook and yarn flew across the table several times too; until I realised what a muppet I was. I was reading the instructions for a left handed crocheter......of which I am not! Patience Vanessa. I was actually using the wrong needles with my knitting. Perfectly good sock needles, but not right for the actual pattern I was using. Starting again, with the right needles, I slowly began to get the hang of it. My first sock was actually meant to be a test piece. I thought it'd all go pear shaped, and I'd have to rip it all back. I was fine with that because this was a piece just for practicing stitches and elements of the pattern. 

I actually did okay following the tutorial, and in the end, the test piece became my first sock. It wasn't perfect by any means, and I was concentrating so much, that my tension was incredibly tight and it was so hard and painful on my fingers. By the second sock in the pair, I was able to remedy the mistakes from the first one. My tension was still so tight and they weren't a pleasure to knit, but I felt like I was getting the hang of it. 

Roll on second pair, and I knit in yarn I wanted. I was beginning to relax now and not fear each new step.

Starting my third pair, I decided to do what I had actually really wanted to knit socks for. I wanted coloured cuffs, heels and toes. I was still learning....and still making mistakes.....but by my third pair I actually felt relaxed knitting. My tension had eased and it became more enjoyable. I'm pleased with my three pairs so far. Each imperfect, but I did it. I made three pairs of socks before I turned 50. One life goal ticked off.

Now I feel a little more confident, I'll tackle other patterns. Toe up, different heels. I'm still very much a tutorial girl at the moment. I like to be able to see where I need to do a stitch. I think being a beginner and trying to read a pattern on it's own would have been a nightmare for me. Some of a beginners mistakes are not holding the yarn where it should be. I gained extra stitches because of this. A visual tutorial was perfect to be able to go back and see what I was doing wrong. It's those little things that you can't see from a written pattern that can get a beginner into such a pickle. Maybe after my tenth pair I might feel confident to make a pair from a written pattern. Famous last words Vanessa.

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So, three things that made me oh so happy this summer. Dahlias, Jam and Socks.

Summer memories made........

....and Summer cuddles had.

We have now head into Autumn. I have my heavenly scented candles on the go. I have the fall episodes of the Gilmore girls on standby. I have my Autumn favourite movie You've Got Mail at the ready and I've fished out my scarves, wrist warmers and hats for the chillier days and evenings. 

Let's go Autumn........

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