Valentine Heart & Niceties!
Trying to begin blog posts differently is becoming more challenging! Today’s little hanging heart is using a lot of new stuff from DoCrafts. The heart die is really beautiful and it’s one of the things I’m demoing tomorrow from 12-3 at Abakhan Liverpool. It’s backed with pink felt and I’m not entirely sure what I’ll do with it afterwards! I’m enjoying doing some freestyle collage right now although I’m stretching the definition somewhat linking it to this project.
Today I’m wrestling.
Fighting with the house.
Honestly, it’s really winning right now. Stuff is everywhere.
But I’m attacking back. I’m not a lover of constantly tidying- there is more to life (& plenty of crafty projects to get sorted). But for the sake of my sanity (& to avoid any more injuries) as I near miss tripping over jackets, enormous Transformer toys, medicated talcum powder ( random!!- and not mine), a singular green squishy Incredible Hulk hand and a balloon powered car. To name but a few.
All I can say is its a good job this house is on solid foundations. Sometimes I think it groans with the weight of all the kids stuff. Not mine, mind.
Of course not.
Who would ever have a large amount of craft paraphernalia ?
I’m still smiling from last weekend.
Ok, not constantly.
Too many tired kids.
I decided to play not nice mummy yesterday.
Out went the usual niceties.
Like reminding them in triplicate to get up. I have conversations like this normally.
‘Will you please get out of bed, you’re going to be late’.
‘If you don’t like the light being on, move to a darker room’.
‘It’s not ok to ping your brothers tie right back so he feels like he’s choking’.
‘No, I have no idea where your tie is..or did I create a card with it yesterday’.
‘If you don’t get the milk out of the fridge, it won’t walk to your bowl’.
‘Yes, that’s a lovely picture made from lego cars, but school won’t let you through the gates in your pyjamas’.
You get the picture.
I got tired of the chivvying and running around like a headless chicken.
So I didn’t.
Yesterday I went at everyone else’s speed.
It changed everything.
I felt blissfully relaxed.
Noone else did anything.
I reminded my teenagers when they protested that now they were late, that they were old enough to read a clock.
The littlies fared less well.
‘Its not fair, we’ve not had our breakfast’.
‘Well,’ I cheerily replied. ‘Go and grab a piece of bread. Maybe you should have got up and dressed more quickly when I asked you to get up’.
I did feel a little guilty but noone has starved eating a piece of bread for breakfast.
This morning- all were up and down ready for breakfast.
Dispensing with the usual niceties sometimes works. Or they’ll be eating a lot of bread .
Oh- and the RAK thing, I met a lovely friend in a supermarket – and she just gave me a beautiful flower and plant arrangement while I was chatting to her outside her car. She hadnt bought it for me either. Just a spur of the moment thing. Thanks Jo! X
See you when I’ve come out from the rubbish! xx