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  • Catherine Lanser I'm happy it was a frog and not something worse! 18 Mar
  • Angela Webster What a shock for a Saturday morning ! Just glad you didn't sit on him without looking 😆 Sorry to hear you've been poorly, my... 18 Mar
  • Craft Mother I was relieved that I didn't need to clear up anything else! 18 Mar
  • Craft Mother The colours really suit her too. She's hoping for warmer weather soon to wear it. 18 Mar
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In the pipeline

(Hyacinths, in the garden, blowing in the wind)

It’s about 6:30 am. Saturday. No need to wake anyone up. Nothing in the pipeline today. Not sure if my husband is going to his park run, as he’s been under the weather, so I leave him undisturbed. I head downstairs. Quietly. They can all have a lie-in. It will do them good, I hope.

I head to the downstairs loo and shut the door. It’s half light outside. I’ve not switched on lights or opened curtains on the way downstairs, in an effort to let the house sleep on. I open the curtain now. I need some light. It dazzles me slightly and I semi-consciously re-adjust my eyes to the change. I lift the toilet lid.

What the heck! I mean. Seriously!

How could someone have left it like that? On the seat.

Great. My job to clean up. Who’d be a parent? I’ll need gloves. I bend down slightly to see what I’m dealing with and, at that point, I notice a slight movement.

What?

Oh, good grief. It’s breathing. In fact, not only that. It’s looking at me. Straight at me. With two big, round eyes.

My own eyes are now adjusted. As is my mind. On the seat of the loo, previously snuggled up to the lip of the lid, before I lifted it, is a frog.

A frog.

On the loo seat.

I’ll admit. I did stand there for a minute, pondering my options. I half hoped someone else would come downstairs, just so they could act as my witness to the sight of a slumbering frog on our loo seat. No-one did. I decided to move it outside.

I think the frog sensed that I’d reached a decision, because at that very moment it turned round, jumped off the seat and into the pan. It knew where it was going. It shimmied down the sides and into the water and away. Away down the pipe. Never to be seen again.

I hope.

Well not by me. Not first thing. Not before my morning coffee.

(Just for the record, I like frogs and am very used to relocating them when they are found hopping around the house)

(Rhubarb in a pipe)

Sigh.

Pipelines have played quite a part this week. It’s felt a bit like we are living in a wind tunnel (or pipe) this week, with the force of the wind. It has been rattling and booming. It has never waivered.

I blamed the wind for giving me a cracking headache at the start of the week. Knocked me for six. Wobbly and feverish for 24 hours, which makes me think I was really probably fighting off a virus or something. Being a mother, I carried on, which was probably a bad move as, the rest of the family have had it, one by one, over the week. Most are back to normal now. The rest will live.

(primroses sheltering from the wind)

There is no stopping. Even for illness. There are times, when I wonder how I will adjust when they all leave home and I no longer manage the planning diaries for all the children. Noting down and planning ahead, so that they have everything and are in the right place. At the right time.

I think it will gradually creep up on me. I can already see our older two organising their time and planning, with the younger one biting at the bit to do more. Always something in the pipeline. Middle teen had a sleepover and cinema trip last weekend, where I just hovered and asked questions like parents do, but had nothing to organize.

Eldest teen had a UCAS event this week. She’s planning on taking a gap year before she heads off to university, so she’s just going through the motions this year. Doing her research, so she’s ready to pound on doors later, in earnest, once she knows her results.

She booked her ticket on line for the event. It was quite a form to fill in, for someone who’s not sure what she wants to study at the moment. All I had to do was pay for the transport.

She’s also been investigating and organising bank and saving accounts for herself. Planning in progress. I think she’ll have everything in place for her future adventures. No firm plans yet, but not a bad idea to lay the foundations now. I know the next two years will go so fast, but I’m glad she’s thinking ahead. She can plan and I’ll work on the slowing down of time.

Also in the pipeline is my quilt. I finished the sixteen blocks and am now deciding on the sashing and borders. I’m thinking of fuchsia pink in between. Toying with using a light green fabric as the border, I have in my stash, and a navy edging. I’ve pinned the blocks on an old throw and hung it up on the door of our shoe cupboard. Gives me the chance to move the blocks around and try different colours. I need to make up my mind soon, as shoes are beginning to pile up by the door. Afraid I might break the children’s habit of  putting shoes away, if I take too long. I spent time training them up, after all.

I’ve also almost finished knitting the front of my new jumper.

What else this week? We celebrated 30 years of the internet on Monday, by dredging up all the stories about life before and the early days. It entertained the children for approximately all the of the 0.03 seconds that they listened. We celebrated Pi day on Thursday with a shepherd’s pie. Any opportunity to celebrate.

So there is my week. Lots in the pipeline, and actually in the pipeline itself, in some cases. Not all my planning works out. Should have ordered more chocolate chips for cookies this week and ended up using chocolate beans instead. Not the worst mistake. Quite good really. Added colour.

Joining in with Anne’s word of the week. My word is pipeline. Pretty sure I’ve not used that one before.

How was your week? Anyone for a cookie?

Raisie Bay – Word of the Week

 

Spring top for a teen

I’m over as a guest on Minerva Crafts today, with this lovely top I made for my eldest teen. Lacy fabric coupled with, and breathing fresh life into, an upcycled fabric I had in my stash.  A perfect spring combination. The lace is soft to sew and wear, which suited us both fine. More photos, on their blog today.

A bit of crafting progress

It’s Wednesday, and the wind is still blowing a hoolie, courtesy of Storm Gareth. I’m getting a tad fed up with it. I have a few outside jobs I want to do, but they don’t lend to everything blowing around. Never mind. There is always a silver lining. A good excuse to stay in and get on with indoor jobs instead. I have a list, which is gradually being checked off. One item is a crafting update, which is handy.

I  have actual progress to share. Nothing finished yet. Big projects always take so long to complete, by their very nature. Reaching a ta-da moment is few and far between, so I’ll admit I’m only sharing milestone progress this time. Better than radio silence for months, while my fingers spin fibre and textile into something worth showing.Anyway, here is my current knitting project. And may I just say, this is a first for me. Usually I finish one knit and then straight on to something completely different. I’m pretty sure it’s all down to the length of time each project takes. Too long doing the same thing, means I’m yearning for a change of scene.

Not this time.

After knitting my purple cardigan, I took the plunge and dived straight into knitting the jumper version of the same pattern. I know. Bar a buttonhole band, it’s the same pattern. I loved the fit and style of the cardigan. It seems to suit me perfectly. So I’ve got my fingers crossed. I’m hoping that it will be true with the jumper too.

I chose King Cole yarn again, but this time in blue. The colour is called petrol. Not sure why. Maybe I’m missing the point. Whatever the name, I’m pleased with the colour. Strong colours suits me. The yarn is gorgeous to knit with and also to wear. It washes well in the wool cycle of our washing machine, which is a relief when it comes to 100% wool. I find hand washing an easy task to put off. Whatever the weather.

I was lucky with the yarn. They didn’t have enough of the same dye lot, but managed to do 12 of one batch and one of another. I can’t see the difference, but will use the odd ball for the ribbing, where any colour change won’t be so obvious.

Second craft project. I’ve finished all 16 blocks of my latest quilt. I loved sewing these together. Now to decide the colour of the borders/sashing. I find the blocks a bit washed out. Close up they are not so bad. I’d like a strong colour in between the blocks to lift the quilt a bit. I thought royal blue at first, but I might go for raspberry instead. I’m open to suggests. What do you think?

So there you are. Progress updated. I do have a ta-da moment tomorrow. Something I made a couple of months ago and can now share.

Right. Over to you. What are you working on, at the moment?

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