Pretended to be a monkey and swung from trees at Southover Gardens...
A good day.
Pretended to be a monkey and swung from trees at Southover Gardens...
A good day.
It's that time of the week again. I'm really starting to make progress on this blanket despite the busy week last week. I've decided to make it 5 squares by 5 squares and then add the border which means I have 4 and a half to go! The pattern has eventually sunk in so I don't have to refer to the book at all now. I really can't wait to put it all together. I hope to have the last few squares crocheted and start blocking by next Wednesday.
Then it'll be time to play serious catch up on the granny a day 2012 project I started at the beginning of the year. I'm really annoyed with myself I've fallen behind, but I have done plenty of squares already. I really need to take a look at the colours I've done so far and do a bit more planning to make them more evenly spaced out. I was very much of the opinion I'd be super relaxed about this but doing the above blanket with just 25 squares has made me realise if the border colours and centre colours aren't evenly spaced then the piece looks unbalanced.
To see more knitting and crochet works in progress (or to add your own to the list!) click the link below:
We were invited to a lovely birthday party at the weekend. But on Saturday morning I got up a bit bleary eyed (I went out 3 evenings last week. 3! I can't take that level of sociability) and realised that I probably should have got the enormous knight costume at the early learning centre on Friday morning rather than imagine I would make something that evening. Of course that evening George didn't/wouldn't go to bed until 9.30 by which point I'd cracked out the wine and crochet and had completely forgotten about it.
But in the end I did manage to make something resembling a knight tabardy type thing Saturday morning and it didn't take too long. It is VERY rough around the edges and I let George press the foot of the sewing machine so it went wrong in quite a few places but it did the job to make me feel like we'd made an effort to get into the theme of knights & dragons.
Ruby being the only girl decided she wasn't going to be a knight and resolutely refused to be a princess as well, instead opting for a fairyish costume with her new Laura Ashley T-shirt that her nana got her. I felt a bit triumphant that I'd talked her out of a black and brown stripy one and managed to get her to change. Got to find some small victories in life.
:: Being scary ::
Had a fairly busy Sunday as well with the kids, beach in the morning - how I hate keeping track of them when it is so busy - and Wakehurst Place in the afternoon, which of course I love. It helpfully rained after all the effort of getting there but we managed to squeeze in a quick lunch and a bit of a walk.
I was inordinately tired after another evening burning the midnight oil with friends on Saturday night and an uncomfortable nights sleep in George's bunk. He fell out of bed at some point in the night and after scooping him up and calming him down, I obviously felt 10 steps back to my own bed was too much hassle. For some unphatomable reason Gwyn got the lie in on Sunday before heading to work. So today is very much the day to rest (after the school run of course) and get back on top of life. I've reached critical mass with the laundry after doing none for a week. Ruby helpfully pointed out earlier that the basket doesn't shut anymore and that it's all falling out meaning it's one load after another. I can barely contain my excitement.
Have a good week!
I can just see the people putting together the marathon news copy after the 2004 marathon: "What we need is a picture of a runner looking pretty beaten, something potential entrants can look at and think, 'if I was to do it, I'd end up looking much better and almost certainly a bit happier... honestly what a miserable cow!! yes! if she can do it then there's absolutely no reason why can't do it.' Ah! HERE IT IS."
So, in some way I like to think that this photo of me post race (which was taken unbeknownst to me whilst I sat in the rain feeling cold and in absolute bits) perhaps inspired others to fill in that entry form.
In any case I think it's pretty up there with my favourite photos. And the caption says it all, I burst out laughing when I spotted it all those years ago. It took me quite by suprise.
I watched part of the race today and it made me want to experience it all over again. The crowds, the atmosphere, the anticipation, the inspiration. It's been 8 years since I did it - I can hardly believe that such a big chunk of life has passed since that event. Does that make sense? At the time this photo was taken I was giving up hope that I'd find my dad, my mobile had run out of battery after calling him and getting no answer (it was in his pocket, switched off) so after an hour or so I started to amble down a few streets and lo! There he was walking down some steps berating me as soon as he saw me for not answering my phone and then I pointed out that I had been calling but this was in the days when people switched off their mobiles in between calls to save battery (!) which obviously was no help at all so we had a bit of a heated discussion about what the hell could be the point in that. I can't really get my head around the fact that that is but a distant memory. I can remember his face on the underground - after finding it inordinately amusing I couldn't get down the stairs properly - he was beaming with pride at me. So this morning I sat watching the tv reliving that happy sequence of memories for the first time in a long time.
I think I'm ready to do it again. I'll try out for the ballot for 2013.
And it was the longest amount of time we've spent away together just us, since Ruby. With the two of our little ones safely ensconced in the care of the grandparents we were free to roam the city for my friends Clare and Adam's wedding.
What a gorgeous city - such breathtaking architecture that requires your full admiration at every corner, lots of great historic places to visit and plenty of shopping. No wonder it is over run with loads of visitors.
We dropped off our luggage at the premier inn lauriston place - (I do love a premier inn, is that sad to admit? you know exactly what you're getting, it feels very reassuring if you're somewhere new and alas we were not there on a hugely romantic weekend *fill in the blanks* but to celebrate someone else's - it fitted the bill for us... but I feel I'm digressing a bit. Anyway there is alot to be said for no suprises, aka a safe bet)
We got a good days sightseeing in - the castle, the parliament, LOTS of walking around
I got this brilliant photo of Gwyn at the castle
To stand alongside almost the same photo of his dad nearly 15 years ago
Finding the same spot was a game in itself. They look so similar it's scary.
We got some lovely thai food on this close:
And in the evening we ate at the Dome in Edinburgh which, as a venue, is just SPECTACULAR. As a destination for dinner? hmm... I'm giving it a 7/10. Things like a dirty napkin and table cloth when you sit down because someone has clearly had a cup of coffee there earlier... is the type of thing after years in the service industry that makes me feel a bit disappointed really. It's not a cheap restaurant and details like that - they make a difference. Plus the food, albeit nice enough was nothing special.
We followed dinner with a cocktail at the Bramble Bar after a recommendation from twitter (got to love twitter!) we had a lovely bramble there but only after ditching a stray I'd managed to pick up at the Dome. 'L' and her other half were in Edinburgh for the half marathon on Sunday and quite possibly I couldn't have started chatting to someone more drunk or someone who could have infuriated/insulted Gwyn more in the time between leaving the Dome and getting to Bramble (probably about 5 minutes) Gwyn is quite possibly the most laid back and easy going guy you could meet but 'L' and he? Let's just say she did everything possible to make me shine (like the light I am *ahem*) She cussed his red desert boots, his tweed jacket and slagged off the lovely Bramble bar - leading us to the easiest get out clause 'if you don't like it.... LEAVE' - which, thankfully when delivered politely worked a treat and we had an early night before the nuptials on Saturday.
The wedding was BRILLIANT but I have no photos because it was at the Edinburgh caves and thus very dark, gothic and atmospheric and the iphone simply doesn't have the capability to capture the event. I know - lame. Take a look at the venue photos and you'll get an idea of what I mean
And I got a ring too during my stay! Yes! I've been engaged since February - somewhere between sicksville and fluville and I've mentioned ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about it. Anyway that suffices as an announcement I think - I'm getting married to the lovely man above! AND I LOVE RED DESERT BOOTS AND TWEED JACKETS.
I seem to have inadvertently taken an entire month off. Where has the time gone?! There's been a number of reasons for that - the familiar stuck feeling you get when you blog coupled with the physical incapability of sitting down compose a sentence. I was written off with that flu/non eating/sinusitis business for two and a half weeks in the end. Two and half weeks of aimlessness.
There was a lot of lying around on the sofa with the children for that time, neither of them were good either, all of us were sleeping it off or in my case 'resting it off' - I learnt that whatever it was we had was going round the playschool as well.
There were a few highlights in that fortnight of course, mothers day being one of them. That morning I got to go to a really sun drenched yoga class but I left with the most cracking headache after allowing my sinuses to fill up with total crap as I leant forward. The kids were absolutely lovely that day - we attempted a beach picnic but we cut this short pretty abruptly. One can only watch their children shiver uncontrollably with cold for about 10 seconds without feeling deeply uncomfortable about it.
Then, one day NO HEADACHE. It was AMAZING!!! You don't get to appreciate your health until after a period of feeling super substandard you get it back. I spent the rest of the week getting ready for Ruby's birthday party.
This was the best fun. It looks like one of those awful 80s cakes from a Jane Asher book. I particularly like the jelly fish in the 'sea'. 24 eggs went into making this baby, kilos of sugar and butter. URGH! It was gratifyingly popular though.
And that weekend after two nights at the bingo (I do love the bingo) I won £500! My first time of getting to call 'YES!' The other times I've won have been £4 here and there which was shared winnings from a friend's book. There's generally a 'split winning's agreement' between who I end up going with so we all left a bit flush and it paid for Ruby's new bike so I was pretty happy. Of course I've stretched that £165, justifying dress and book purchases on the back of it as well as 'putting it towards Ruby's party'. If only £165 really bought so much in real life.
The Sunday morning, Ruby was treated to a build a bear Hello Kitty by her nana. She was so so so happy. Just completely taken in by the whole process of making a friend. It is a great and very expensive concept and it was packed with children making birthday bears.
But then, things took another turn. We went to a birthday party a bit later and despite having an hour or so running around, Ruby started to shiver indoors, didn't want any party food on her plate and weakly asked me if she could go home. On the way back I popped into the shop and got a paper and I asked her if she fancied anything. She said no and I knew something was wrong. Ruby then ran a temperature for the next 5 days. She threw up everywhere within an hour of getting home. It was all over the stairs, hit the wall across the hallway. Just epic sick. And then of course I got it. The Monday I didn't get out of bed once. Norovirus was back. For the second time in three months!!!!
I'm not entirely sure I'm cut out for long distance running, everytime I have done a half marathon (2) or a marathon (1) I am REALLY unwell afterward. Acute bronchitis, flu, norovirus. You name it I catch it. Now the kids bring back all sorts of disgusting illness around with them I'm that much more susceptible to it and I'm sure my immune system can at best be described as suppressed since dad died. Whatever, it's very depressing all round. That was another week of recovery.
But finally, we are out and about again. Here's my mini bravehearts out in the outdoors. We watched far too much tv in March. There was no chance of driving or walking anywhere. I've done very little crafting. I think I have about 40 granny a days to catch up with. I will do it - I don't want to let that slide at all. (Even if it has slid big time!!) I just couldn't even concentrate on a granny square. The prospect of sorting out breakfast, lunch and dinner seemed insurmountable let alone bothering to pick up a hook and yarn. I really was ill.
Health, happiness and all the good stuff to you