Easter holidays are almost over in this neck of the wood. Uniform is ready, homework is up to date and we’re all gearing ourselves up for the return to routine. Two weeks have flown past, but at the same time we’ve sunk indulgently into a different rhythm which feels so very comfortable and how it has always been. I’m loathe to give it up. Tomorrow will be a shock.
As holidays go, it has been relatively quiet. Which is good. With exams on the horizon for eldest, I didn’t want to be haring around the place. As it was, we lost three days of the holiday to study camp.
It’s also the time of year I like to dabble in spring cleaning and decluttering wardrobes and chests of drawers, causing chaos to reign for a while in certain rooms, until order can be returned. (not complete yet) I am so grateful for the good drying days we’ve had. I even washed and dried the flokati rugs outside. Serious win, as far as I’m concerned.
We still managed to fit in our usual Easter fun. The chickens laid chocolate eggs. Only happens on Easter Sunday. It wouldn’t seem right to miss such an event. There are only two hens, at the moment, in our chicken ark, but miraculously they were able to produce three eggs for each nest hidden around the garden. Handy when there are three children to join in. The weather was kind too and the hunt was completed in phenomenal time as usual.
Fortunately, the hens laid their first proper egg, of the year, the day before. To start with the chocolate variety might have set a difficult precedent to sort out over the following weeks.
No holiday would be complete without something new being made. The teens used the hand-cranked Singer machine to recycle old jeans. I find it so difficult to throw old jeans, which came in useful, at last.
They’ve made two, so far, with another one marked out. I gave them old bed pillows to use for the stuffing. If the bones don’t survive, then nothing much is lost. My hope is that they survive longer than it took to make them. A good rule of thumb. Not much worse than taking months to knit a jumper only for the child to grow out of it in weeks.
Same goes for denim bones.
We found the denim bone idea over at Pillar Box Blue. Rather than using the template, we drew out our own, as we needed a slightly bigger version. We found it less tiring on the hand to use a rotary cutter rather than a pair of scissors, when cutting out the denim.
So far the bones have survived. They have been used for biting and throwing around, but also as pillows to snuggle up to. Perfect for a tired pup after a busy day. He does look cute trying to carry the overlarge bones around.
As you should be able to see from his large paws, this will come easier as he grows. The bones are picked up at night, along with his other toys. Just in case.
I really should introduce our new addition.
This is Hero. He was meant to fill our second-dog vacancy this spring. He’s currently doing a grand job of rearranging our house and keeping us all on our toes. Every story needs a hero, as they say. Something tells me there will be plenty of tales to follow. You could say, I can feel it in my bones.