I love having the children around for half term. I really do. They are such funny people to be around. I have all the excuses I need to join in their fun and release my own inner child. (I present witches’ cauldrons and ghost biscuits as evidence. Boo!)
Ok. It’s not all roses. There are squabbles, but that’s all part of growing up, right? And where better to learn how to get on with people, than with your own siblings. The acquisiton of some life skills are nosier affairs than others. I’m putting this one fair and square in that box.
Between you and me, there are times I need to sneak off. Grab a bit of me-time. Either sewing or reading, seem to do the trick.
A couple of weeks ago, I tidied the pile of books beside my bed. Had to be done. It was at serious risk of toppling over. Some books went into the charity bag. Realistically never going to read. The rest were lined up on a shelf. Hazard averted.
The beauty of a good tidy up is that gems are rediscovered. They almost feel like new books again. I’ve made time to read. I’ve finished The Trouble with Goats and Sheep. I enjoyed it. Took a while to get into as I needed more than a few minutes grabbed, to follow all the hopping around on the timeline.
It is cleverly written. Mainly told through the words of a 10 year old girl, where sometimes she says enough for the reader to understand, but she misses the point completely herself. It is set in 1976, during the heatwave. Sprinkled with references for us that grew up in the 70s. Ah yes, a few “I remember” moments, plus a few “really? I don’t remember that“. There are a couple of twists at the end, which are perfect. Continue reading
We had our school Harvest festival this week. It’s always held at the village church and never fails to amuse. It’s the first time, the parents see the whole school together. From the very littlest to the older ones. The younger ones nervously take to the front to sing their song. Quieter than they ever sang it in the classroom.
The younger ones of yesteryear are now the older ones. They comfortably belt out their few lines of harvest wisdom. We all sit attentively, not wanting to miss a word.
So it repeats each year.
Except this year it was different. Continue reading
Something a little different this week. Progress. Not just for me but the children too. I’ll start with my progress.
I’ve finished my navy skirt and I’ve finally settled on patterns for my next two sewing projects. I’ll get the agony over and cut them out at the same time. I am the world’s biggest procrastinator when it comes to the stage of cutting into fabric. Honestly, if I could do the first swish of the scissors with my free hand over my eyes, I would. After that I’m fine. It is the first snip that is my obstacle.
I always knew I wanted to use the beetle fabric for a blouse. I went through several patterns. Circling round. Laying out pattern pieces. Almost cutting out. Changing my mind, but I think I’ve finally settled on the Lara set. It nicely side steps pattern matching beetles down the front opening, by having no front opening.
The orange fabric is for a coat. Continue reading