Thursday, 23 October 2008

a short break

there won't be a posting for a while. bad news. will be back.

Wednesday, 22 October 2008

Domestic hiss

I have finally come to terms with the fact that I am unable to create an oasis of domestic calm for longer than five minutes.

I have friends whose houses are immaculate. They are beautifully decorated and have an air of tranquility about them. I love to visit but I just can't replicate it.

I am lucky enough to have a 'room'. This is room is mockingly labelled 'studio' by my beloved G. It is also the place where the kids use the computer and seek out random items of craft/sellotape/scissors and fling themselves back and forth across the room on my rolly chair. Great fun - ha ha!

On my desk at the moment I have 2 lamps, 2 speakers, a printer, a pc, 6 balls of wool, some moisturiser, leaflets, felt, 3 craft books, plastic bags, a camera, 2 pots of pens, 1 pot of scissors, a pile of undone paperwork, a half empty glass of water, a toy punto, 3 old cds, some unfinished embroidery, a bracelet, some receipsts, a plastic pot containing two pencil sharpeners and a plastic spoon. I imagine that Cath Kidston's desk looks a lot like it - not.

I tidy this desk every other day. I clear it, I put everything away, I label places that haven't yet been labelled. Within 24 hours, there are piles and lumps of unrelated and highly inappropriate objects on it. I check the desk regularly to see if it's magnetic. It is not. It is just the visual representation of my chaotic mind.

The beloved 'G' (yes, back to him) suggested that when I gave up work the first time to entertain our offspring and iron his shirts I should have a regular weekly routine. I have tried this approach approximately 4 times, each for about half an hour. It never works. Sometimes, though, I suspect it does work for other people but it's quite a difficult theory to test out.

Should I ask friends and acquaintances how they organise their daily life? Would they be truthful if I did? I suspect there's quite a lot of swanning about going on - the outward appearance of calm and grace with an awful lot of invisible running about underneath. I would be interested to really find out how we all (well, some of us) do it.

Monday, 20 October 2008

41, day 1

It's raining.

I went to my textiles course.

It's dark.

I hope tennis isn't happening.

It's time to put the fire on.

And cook.

Saturday, 18 October 2008

toe dipped, not sure

I 'did' a craft fair today. I made some stuff. I borrowed a mannequin to display my vast collection of funky-felt brooches and had a lovely morning.

I watched the lady with the wooden bowls get more and more frustrated as people dared to walk past her dibbers. I taught a friend how to turn the heel on her sock. I enjoyed the endless (50p per go) cups of tea supplied by our school's friendly army of mums. I enjoyed making the stuff I didn't sell (look out potential Christmas present recipients of my acquaintance) and I was interested to see what sold.

Things I thought would fly off the table sat amongst their forlorn counterparts. I realised that what I like is not, necessarily, quite what others like!

But that's OK. I can hold my head up high but I couldn't do it as a day job. It's far too much like hard work. It's back to the writing for me, methinks, writing and a bit of workshopping and a bit of art. It doesn't really sound like a business plan.

On an entirely different matter - it's my birthday tomorrow. I'll be 41. I'm not forty now, I'm fortysomething. I think I prefer it. 41 definitely feels better than 39. Ask me again, though, when I'm 46. That might be a little trickier.


Thursday, 16 October 2008

i wish my blog....

- would look like all the lovely, gorgeous, crafty, knitty blogs I watch with envy

- become a 'blog of note'

- have photos

- wasn't green

- had labels, it would have been so better to label my posts

- wasn't so random

As it's over a year since I started to ramble on in a forty-something way, I think it's time to refocus, refocus, refocus and re-jig this so-called-blog.

In the meantime, I'm enjoying the autumnal sunshine and collecting up the lovely cards that seem to be arriving through my door each morning.

The boy child is back from his trip away tonight. I'm not sure the washing machine will cope.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

crunchy nut credit

I am not the most financially astute person. I like money in the same way I like my car - as a means to an end. I couldn't care less what car I drive as long as I can get to my destination. I couldn't care less how much money in the bank there is as long as there is enough to fulfil my immediate needs.

I am struggling to understand the credit crunch. I have, however, adopted certain money saving strategies.

1. I don't leave the village. Every time I leave the village and enter a town, city or shopping centre, I cannot spend less than £50. Therefore I have adopted the policy of staying within 100 yards of our local corner shop. This is proving to be much more economical. There are only so many individually packed pan scourers a woman can buy.

2. I have started to buy non-branded cereal. I am excusing this behaviour by telling myself and my family that I am conducting a taste test experiment, not, in fact saving 50% each time I buy a box of random pieces of oaty-wheat-bran-muesli.

3. I am virtual shopping. By creating long lists of items in baskets on internet shopping sites and then deleting them, similar endorphins to those released in the brain during real-time shopping expeditions are released.

4. I am playing central heating challenge with my husband. Before the credit crunch (BCC) we would argue about when the heating would be switched on for the winter with yours truly being the one to complain that 2nd September was too late to turn it on. Now we have a woodburner, I am determined not to switch it on before my birthday and preferably not before halloween!

5. I am using my gym membership. This results in value for money and reduced domestic utility bills as well as giving the impression of a smaller backside.

Monday, 13 October 2008

knitting heaven

I went to the Knitting and Stitching show on Saturday at Alexander Palace. It was the ultimate woolly pilgrimage. There were three vast rooms of knitting, embroidery and all things yarny. There were also three vast rooms of women, walking slowly, poring over buttons and beads and obscure peruvian knitting notions.

What's not to like?!

I have lots of news/follow-ups etc but no time to write them today.

Will blog soon.

Thursday, 9 October 2008


I have mixed feelings about David Bowie. I say this as I know he won't care a jot. As a star/ musician/artist, his ability to transform his style and identity has meant he's remained a conundrum, an enigma, a figure of interest.

In any case, whenever something changes around me, I often sing 'Changes' to myself, in my head. Is that a bad thing?

I'll stop now as some of those closest to me may be concerned for my mental health - what with the internal singing and the random inclusion of DB in this blog posting.

I hope all my many readers are well and surviving the credit crunch. Here in the UK this transformed a week last Wednesday into the Financial Crisis. If I see that picture of St Paul's with the jaggedy, red, downward travelling mountain range overlaid on it once more, I will throw my knitting needles at it. I have taken to switching on the news at ten at about ten past ten in the hope that I won't be subjected to the sleep-reducing effects of money-worrying.

I'm beginning to feel that as well as a major global wotnot, the relentless discussion, analysis and repetition of all things financial is reducing our capacity to see/hear/explore any other issues or news at all. What, indeed, has happened to the global energy crisis in all this? Are we still worried about knife crime? This one-issue media reporting could be making it easier for our politicians to stop discussing all the other stuff that needs sorting. And, while I think it might be a positive thing, in the long tem for us all to take a step back from over-consumption and shopping, isn't it also making us all more obsessive about money and the making of it?

I worry for Gordon and Alistair. I also worry that some of these decisions are taken at allnight meetings which implies that most participants are sleep deprived. Now, we've all seen those statistics about air traffic controllers when they don't get enough sleep. Lack of sleep results in accidents, disorientation and bad decision making. Do we want all those strung out money makers, high on caffeine, making global financial decisions in the wee small hours? I think not.

Whilst not worrying about the Financial Crisis. I am knitting. Knitting in the hope of averting my own Financial Crisis by exhibiting my wares at our local craft fair. Mmmmm. Knitting is grea for lots of things - stress, worry, pain relief, memory but I'm not sure it's going to live up to my optimistic hopes of global financial improvement.

In the meantime I'm off to body balance today (much more fun than pilates) and am going to lunch with some ladies. This will be followed by the pta agm at 8pm. Hopefully we'll all be fully rested and be able to make considered and rational decisions about who's cooking the sausages a week on Saturday.

Wednesday, 1 October 2008

pinch, punch, first of the month

I haven't been back to pilates, as promised, am going to try body balance again tomorrow. I know, you're fascinated.

We've had a busy week. I made books in the pub on Friday and Saturday, went to Bath for some speed shopping on Saturday afternoon and did a boot sale on Sunday. I needed a jolly good sit about on Monday morning but had to take myself off to my textiles course instead.

Weaving. We did weaving. I felt guilty after all the years I've scoffed at weavers and spinners. I wanted to find it irritating and boring but it was actually really, really very relaxing and amazingly enjoyable. I suspect that I need to concentrate on other things otherwise weaving may fill the void left by normal, useful activities.

Got to go, got to find out how much table looms cost.....