Thursday, 29 April 2010

Two and beyond

Scarlett turned two on Monday. I read a lovely Patrick Gale book once that talked about a mother who, although a bit rubbish in many ways, always spent her child's birthday doing whatever the child wanted. I decided there and then to make that a family tradition (not the being rubbish bit).
Obviously Scarlett isn't able to tell me what she wants to do just yet (and if she could I suspect it would be to spend all day filling her watering can and sitting on the floor next to her, drawing owls and snakes).
So this is what we came up with on her behalf ....

An early start in the garden playing with her new gardening set and bubble machine.

A family cooked breakfast followed by presents (presents and more presents!)

A trip to Baylham Rare Breeds farm and a close encounter with chickens, sheep and goats (and Mummy)

Some new shoes (I am now wondering why on earth I thought this was a good colour for a toddler).

After all the excitement and activity, a snooze occured on the way to Pizza Express so we left her and had a few minutes of adult time before the food arrived.

Dough balls and salad were followed by a pizza and a huge ice cream (that Dan kept trying to eat).

And then home for some drawing (owls and snakes) on her new easel.

Thursday, 22 April 2010

Sweet or sour?

Over the last six weeks I have stopped eating sugar and yeast, I have upped my vegetable intake fourfold, I haven't had a drink since December 31 and I have started every day with a cup of hot water and lemon and finished it by religiously writing down everything I have eaten.
I have lost another half stone (add that to the stone I lost between July and November) so I am lighter than I have been in about ten years - before I met my chef, doubled my food intake and then had a baby.
I'm just not sure I feel better though. I'm happier with how I look and more confident. I seem to be less imbalanced and not as keen on chocolate at 4pm but full of energy, with clear skin and no PMT? If only ...
As for the diary filling - someone told me to do it so I do. Sometimes I am barely able to keep my eyes open once I have tidied my way to bed, washed my face, cleaned my teeth, applied eye cream/face cream/heel cream/handcream, filled in the food diary and written my daily diary. At that point, I then try to read my book. Dan (who probably came to bed after me, was in bed before me and has read several pages) then turns out his light and sleeps like a baby.
Last night, I didn't read long enough so I seemed to be awake for ages and then Scarlett started crying in her sleep, then going quiet, then crying in her sleep again. Finally she was awake at 4. Yes 4.
Perhaps today is not the day to best judge if my energy levels have been raised with the new eating regime?

Thursday, 15 April 2010

How to make a small child cry

Scarlett has been talking incessantly about bubbles lately. Bubbles at breakfast, bubbles at lunch and bubbles at teatime. Most notably, bubbles whenever she sees her spotty sleeping bag.
It dawned on me yesterday that bubble is in fact Mr Tumble from Something Special (he wears spots, hence the bedtime bubbles)
This morning I thought it would be fun if we both tried to call for Mr Tumble only, without a television in the bedroom for him to magically appear on, this backfired momentously with lots and lots of tears, screaming and launching onto the floor.
To be honest she didn't really recover all day.

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb

We visited the allotment this morning, even the dog came along. We dug, weeded and planted - peas and leeks this week. The sun was shining and everyone was happy so we were there for nearly two hours. A large pile of 'free' woodchips had been put onto the edge of our plot so I met lots of other people as we all took as many as we could as quickly (and politely) as we could. Apparently the Council are also going to be dropping off some compost - the product of our brown bins I suppose - so I'd better pay the annual fee before they terminate our ownership. You'd think I'd pay the bill for something that makes me so happy as soon as it arrives.
Dan reluctantly left for work, he has a low-key wedding party to feed, so Scarlett and I replenished our missing calories and now she is coughing her way through her afternoon nap.
I have mowed the lawn, hung the washing out and washed up so there is nothing much more to do than get started on a knitted dress using the diagram and scribbled notes that I painstakingly drew up last night and keep one eye on Notts Forest v Ipswich.
Oh and stew the homegrown rhubarb, of course.

Thursday, 8 April 2010

I had a lovely day

I'm a little late checking in on my day out in the big smoke - suffice to say, I had a great time. In fact, any spare time I have had since coming home has been spent looking through old patterns, really old patterns, for some inspiration.
Watch this space...
Oh - by the way - sometimes the wool shops that look beautiful and welcoming on their website are not as pretty and kind on the inside.

Tuesday, 6 April 2010

Bring it on

In preparation for tomorrow's Big Day Out I have finished off a few projects that were stuck in my unimaginative zone. Firstly we have the Dumpling cardie - an absolute favourite present when Scarlett was born, now recreated in a larger size.

The pattern is from Rowan and uses Big Wool - but I cheated with the much cheaper Sirdar Big Softie. In many ways it is better as it is also washable - but it's not very strong and broke several times when I was sewing up.

Next on the list was the Clothkits pinafore dress. I am very in love with this, and thankfully so is Scarlett.

In fact I am quite happy with both and feel ready for inspiration tomorrow - and if I don't get any, then I am happy just to have time to read on the train!

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Missing: knitting mojo

I am suffering a creativity block. I can't knit, I can't seem to write and I also can't get excited about anything crafty. I am hoping it is just a phase and I will feel much more chipper when the sun is shining again.
My friend and I are escaping next week to browse around yarn and vintage shops - perhaps I will be all fired up again after that....