Friday, 30 July 2010

Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

This little beauty can really make some noise when she is left alone. Sleep is something of a treat at the moment (the molar is still slowly and bravely tunneling its way through Scarlett's gum) but last night I was on the sofa with this little grub snuggled alongside me. We had tried putting her in her crate in the kitchen, where she slept so well on her first night, but she had howled and howled. I stumbled around the house with the crate, trying to find a good spot to settle. Eventually, Dan found me, removed Audrey from the crate, put her on my lap and wandered off. Then Scarlett woke up.

Thursday, 29 July 2010

Thursday, 22 July 2010

My 100th post

My first post was on Thursday 5 February 2009, I have posted once every ten days - or thereabouts (you do the maths: 78 weeks, 100 posts). I follow lots of blogs and everyone else seems to have a theme, not I.

I have covered topics as diverse as PMT, crochet, toddler taming, baking badly, feeling snowed under and growing vegetables.
I also joined Twitter that day, again, no plan just whatever comes into my head when I remember to update.
Never a trendsetter, always a follower.
'Twas ever thus.

Thursday, 15 July 2010

There's light at the end of this tunnel

My self-imposed break from anything that wasn't crochet, work or Scarlett has left me unsure how to rejoin the world I once knew. There I was pottering around a beach hut in Felixstowe and then spending a week in Cornwall when suddenly I returned to a complex lace shawl to crochet, press releases for three companies to write, a 6 hour marketing workshop to plan and prepare, posters and flyers to distribute for two events, numerous items on a very long work To Do list, a home that seemed continually coated in dust and dog hair, an allotment that was drying to a crisp, a gorgeous daughter turning into an insomniac courtesy of a molar and a deaf husband being told (and hearing) that he needs mastoid surgery.

I know I've been busy as I can't tell you when I last painted my nails and what my toe nails look like.

Three weeks on and I can see the end. Once the workshop is delivered (and I've successfully negotiated my way from Ipswich to Warwick and back again), the shawl has been returned to its rightful owner and I have sent the final posters I'll be back to normal.

But what is normal for me? I do so many different things and am lucky that I am quite good at most of them, but that can be a curse as well as a blessing. I am not the person who focuses on one thing - who has one job or one hobby. I am the person who says 'I can do that', and does it, but ends up pretty frazzled.

This phase is good frazzled though; I'm pleased to report that 150mg of GLA delivered via Evening Primrose Oil is exactly what I needed.

The ratio of three weeks bad, one week good has definitely shifted.

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

Almost back

The long period of commissioned crochet came to an end today. With Scarlett awake at 4.45am (I know!) I was able to get on a bit earlier than normal and this afternoon was spent in bed listening to the radio whilst sewing, weaving ends and finishing off the final motif.
More another day; tonight I rest and watch TV - I'll have to sit on my hands.