I realise that if I put my mind to it, ignore my children for 2 days (save stick a bit of food in front of them 3 times a day and nod my head when they talk) I can get 60 sunshine day motifs made. Score. Granted, my eyes are a bit boggly, and my fingers are happy for a rest, but that's a mammoth motif session. My blanket might actually be ready by Easter, and at a size I am sort of happy with.
I have yet another cold and I am like a bear with a sore head. They are a waste of time. End of.
I realise I don't have a great memory.
I am loving the magical properties of a Hoodie. I have NEVER been a hoodie wearer. Last month, as I was leaving the house to do a school run, I realised I had walked out of the house without a coat, and it was a tad chilly. Running late I grabbed the first thing off the hook, which was a hoodie. It was HUGE on me but the colour was 'winterberry' (if you are a big 'Friends' fan you'll get it) so I thought it didn't look too out of place on me. Actually, it was brand new and the fleecy lining inside was snug and cosy. I did the school run and on the way home popped into my local shop to pick up some food with Baby Bear. A bottle of wine was in amongst my groceries, and I was promptly asked for ID. I thought they were joking, and laughed a bit, until they just sat there waiting for me to produce some sort of ID. I thought it must be the hoodie. The snugness factor of said hoodie has meant I have adopted it, on 2 other occasions I have bought food with an age related product in my shopping basket, I have been asked for ID. This is one magical hoodie.Who'd have thought, all that face cream buying over the years, and all you need to do to knock 15-20 years off your age is buy a hoodie. I'm sold.
I am loving fake candles. As an avid candle burner, I do worry about naked flames. I was over at my mums recently and she had some candles burning. I commented on how nice they looked and she told me they were fake ones. They looked so real and so cosy on. I found some and I think I might have to add to the collection. They are timer ones. They come on at 5pm and go off at 11pm daily. I don't have to worry about naked flames or leaving the room. They look so real, a couple of times my heart has been in my mouth when I have seen my mothers day cards close to them, then I remember it's 'A' okay. Who knew fake candles were my newest love?
I've been feeling very mercurial recently.
Having thoughts about my blog space here. One minute stick with it, the next, lay it to bed, see.... mercurial. I always thought it would be a lovely thing to revisit in years to come. To remember the lovely bits of life amongst the not so lovely. I remembered when I was a kid and had diaries, I did the same thing, then re-read them a year or two later and chucked them in the bin. A waste of writing time. All rather boring. I wonder if I am heading the same way here. Blog wobbles.
I've discovered Rhubard and Custard Jam. My taste buds screen 'more more more', my waistline screams 'are you kidding me?'
I went to a shop this morning and was given a free coffee. That was nice I thought. I then picked up a beautiful bunch of flowers, and the flower lady gave me a free same bunch to go with them. What a sweetheart. Then I saw a pretty crochet blanket. It was totally my style, and it was ready made........... and I happened to have vouchers.......so it was technically free. What a nice start to the day. Things like that don't happen to me. I forget......maybe I was wearing the magic hoodie???????
Nothing beats a good drink, a bit of crochet, and an itunes list of all your favourite songs at the same time. NOTHING.