Saturday, 31 December 2011
Friday, 30 December 2011
- My daughter met her boyfriend and within the year has bought a lovely new house with him
- She 'adopted' the cutest little puppy
- My son graduated with a 2:1 degree in Politics in the summer and we so enjoyed his graduation ceremony
- He's now embarked on a Masters degree in African Politics at the School of Oriental and African Studies which is part of the University of London
- He started a weekend job at Stansted Airport so is now financially solvent again!
- I became Godmother to my niece's daughter
- My sister and brother in law celebrated their 40th wedding anniversary
- My niece discovered she is expecting another baby in February
- We've already booked our flights to spend a week at my sister's house in Portugal in July
- We had a wonderful Christmas with all our family together, no stress, no arguments, good food, good wine and lots of laughter
Thursday, 29 December 2011
Can I tempt anyone else into joining in too?
They both sound good and I'm looking forward to them both starting.
New Year's Resolution? Done!!!
Tuesday, 27 December 2011
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Friday, 23 December 2011
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
I've got a million and one other things I ought to be doing but it just made me smile so much I had to pass it on!
Monday, 19 December 2011
Sunday, 18 December 2011
You'd think after 31 years of marriage he would know better than to believe such houseworky comments. I busied myself in the kitchen while he de-iced the car, brought the vacuum cleaner into the lounge while he thawed out frozen fingers and hunted for his gloves. But once I had waved him off and seen his car drive off into the distance I rushed upstairs and turned on the computer. While waiting for it to fire up,
I wrapped a few presents
Sian's blog. It never ceases to amaze me how she manages to find such quirky, interesting websites on the internet. I imagine that while she sits 'High in the Sky', she has chefs cooking magnificent dinners in her kitchen, little gnomes landscaping her garden, housework fairies doing her dusting and ironing elfs doing the worst housework job in the world. While this hive of activity is going on, Sian is sitting serenely in her craft room, creating masterpieces and browsing the internet while Johnny Depp feeds her peeled grapes. How else would she find time to pass on the fab websites she finds? A blog post or two down I came across the link for Tagxedo. Next thing I know is that it's half past 11, the roast pork is still a raw joint of meat in the fridge, the oven isn't even switched on and don't even think about vegetable preparation. But I have created this
She's such a bad influence ;-)
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Thursday, 15 December 2011
Friday, 9 December 2011
And here is what it looks like when open:
It was made out of squares of Basic Grey 'Out of print' paper and I absolutely loved making it. It is so nice to have a personalised calendar to have on my desk.
The circle on the cover page was stamped onto one of the sheets, and I believe that the date grids are simply downloaded as a Word document. Simple but oh so effective.
Thursday, 8 December 2011
Sunday, 4 December 2011
It’s the first Sunday in December so it must be time for Storytelling Sunday. As it’s the pre-Christmas season, let’s go get ourselves a glass of warmed mulled wine while I get myself organised. Can I interest you in a mince pie too? Freshly baked and still warm, that’ll get us in the mood!
It’s also the day after the Eclectic Keepsakes crop and boy what a fun filled action packed day we had. Not one – not two – but three fab classes, festive cupcakes, and boxes with little chocolate surprises inside. So while I think of a story to tell I’ll show you what we did in the first class. Now this would be an excellent way of doing an abridged version of Journal Your Christmas. A double paged layout by Debbie Jewell – a countdown to Christmas.
Each number had a little acetate pocket attached so you can either slip a small photo from each day inside it or add a few words of journaling – brilliant! As the background was on gridlined paper, the instructions read a little bit like a crossword puzzle – 1 across and 2 down …
So the story then. Well. It’s about this time of year that we start thinking about putting up the Christmas tree. And I have a trio of clear memories about that from when I was younger. Mum loved to decorate the tree and was very particular about the size and shape. Had to almost touch the ceiling once the fairy was on the top and had to be a proper triangular tree shape. She would pick out the tree from the local greengrocers and then me and my dad would walk into town at the weekend, collect it and carry it home. It was about a mile which is long enough when carrying a spiky, unwieldy tree. One year it seemed to become particularly heavy; I was in front carrying the top end and Dad was behind me in charge of the root end. Only when I turned round to see if he was walking as fast as me as it seemed to be dragging from his end, I saw that he had let go and was eating a pear from the bag of shopping we had also picked up from the green grocers. I was not amused!
Then there was the year that we brought the tree home, put it into it’s bucket of earth and left it in the lounge for the branches to settle while we went into the dining room to have dinner. Only when we opened the lounge door later, the room was full of little flying insects that must have been in the branches and had come to life in the warmth of the house. Mum was not amused. The lounge had to be sprayed within an inch of it’s life with fly killer and you needed a safety mask and goggles to go in there.
There were set rules to the decorations, after Christmas each decoration was taken down and wrapped in tissue paper, the tinsel had to go in special paper to stop it tarnishing and the unwrapping of them the next year was part of the magic of putting up the tree. Little chocolates wrapped in coloured foil would be hung from the branches so that one could be unwrapped each day leading up to Christmas day and even the dog was catered for with little sugar mice tied onto the branches here and there. There was one year that we spent ages decorating the tree, admired it from inside the lounge, went outside to see how it looked through the window and once we were satisfied that everything was just so, we went into the other room to watch tv. Probably the Generation Game. Which was disturbed by a large crash. We ran into the lounge to be met by a rather guilty looking dog, covered in pine needles and tinsel with a sheepish expression on her face and a sugar mouse hanging out of her mouth. Temptation had been too great and we must have tied one slightly too low and within her reach. A slight doggy strength tug and the whole tree came down.
Does anyone else have any tree related memories?
Friday, 2 December 2011
Whether the weather be good
Or whether the weather be not
Whether the weather be cold
Or whether the weather be hot
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not