Hello again. It has literally been years. I am not a very committed ‘blogger’ it has become fairly evident. I am not sure what should inhibit my ability to tap out a little inspiration each week but I think that a few years of challenge and change have been underway and perhaps now I am ready to be real with myself and you again. So let’s catch up.
Its December 2017, probably four years since my last post. I have found work, moved from part time to full time, held three different posts, struggled with my purpose in life, faced some incredibly challenging circumstances with my son, learned to love him a little bit more each day than I ever thought possible, moved house, gone on a travelling adventure with my sister, fallen in love with a dear friend, experienced the unmistakable surprise and joy of having them love me in return and begun the adventure of bringing our lives together.
That about sums it up! So when I started this blog my dear Nan had recently passed away and part of me wanted to write about her to feel connected to the legacy she left me and all the memories that I cherish. I was scared they would fade. This week I have been baking her mince pies and finally felt that I had achieved almost her standard of pastry and that she would have approved! Strange how each year that passes rather than fading her memory seems stronger and more compelling and I find ways to experience her love when I most need it. Homemade mince pies were a quintessential part of Christmas for us and I always preferred them to anything you can buy. And so my offerings have been met with a similar appreciative reception, my partner wolfing them down with glee. My son doesn’t like mince pies. This makes me a little sad but I will continue to make them until the memory becomes ingrained in his story and subliminally influences his palate!
The same goes for every meal I cook from scratch wanting to feed my family with love and warmth and goodness, hoping and believing that one day when he is grown up my boy will look back fondly on the meals that made his childhood.
And as family grows and different people become part of it we get a whole new season of memories to make and traditions to enjoy and yes, perhaps even Christmas will be magic again!
So I have spent a great deal of this week in the futile pursuit of fitness, given the sheer quantity of baked goods that I have managed to consume either pre or post exercise. As far as I’m concerned there’s not much that beats a whopping great big cookie with black coffee for my breakfast – especially if said cookie is packed full of smarties, hundreds and thousands and chocolate chips. Er, yes, I may go slightly overboard with the sugary goodness but my gracious me they taste soo good! Obviously having polished off a batch I am concerned about where my next cookie fix will come from so I have managed to persuade my son that baking will be a fun activity tomorrow and that is is all about him…..not my addiction to breakfast biscuits!
In other news, I was delighted to try out my new coffee cup holder creation today. I was seated at a well known coffee chain after swimming 36 lengths in 45 minutes (trust me that’s pretty amazing for me, I am a very poor swimmer!) and I felt that I not only deserved a delicious cup of Joe, but that I also deserved to adorn it with a pretty accessory made specifically for the purpose of dressing up my coffee cups and keeping my skin in tact. I have been burnt in the past, quite literally, by holding onto those strange corrugated containers that do not come with cup holders such as in other also well known beverage establishments! Now as I prefer the coffee in this particular shop but have mourned the absence of decent cup holders it made perfect sense to crochet my own to keep in my bag thereby covering all hot drink emergencies that are likely to ensue. I am pretty pleased with the result….check out the instagram pics and when I remember I will upload one into this blog properly!
Other creations made this week really have centred around experimenting with the different butterfly shapes that I wanted to try out, basically to make my own pattern for crocheted butterfly bunting. I really like novelty goods – can you tell?! I plan to make some christmassy type decorations before too long and they could be truly hideous so watch out for the giggle inducing pictures that will surely follow!
After all that exercising and eating I feel shattered and realise that even if I wanted a lie in, I would not get one. My five year old doesn’t have any respect for my need to sleep, it’s fairly irritating! And on that note, bon soir!
Welcome to this new beginning, a venture into the unknown, an experiment if you will. The Autumnal season is well and truly underway and there is something inspiring about the fresh, crisp, early morning air that has sparked my ‘creative’ longings. I decided that perhaps this would be a good opportunity to both create and capture whatever comes out of this season. I would be delighted for you to accompany me on the journey…. 🙂
So a little about me – I don’t like writing about me! I feel it is blog ‘etiquette’ to at least provide a sample of information so you know who is putting all this random stuff out there. I am a mother, (truly inspiring and horrifying in equal measure if you ask me!) I bake, cook, sew, knit, crochet and most importantly dream. I do none of these things with any great skill but enjoy the process of making something and perhaps, hopefully, presenting something of unique beauty and value to those I cherish. Be it a cake or crochet, I feel there is something powerful in creating things for others, and I hope it imparts blessing to those who receive.
I once read that it is an intrinsic part of woman to bring beauty into the world, I would argue it is intrinsically Human to love beauty and that it comes in many forms! But for my part, I hope I can make a part of every day a little more beautiful for someone, even if it’s just by smiling! (Or giving them a cookie…..) So here goes!