Saturday, 25 June 2011

Head gear.

I, like many others got this magazine through my door. I love it.


I really loved the look of the retro headscarf on the right. The head scarf was 'stylists own' and not available to purchase...bummer. I scoured eBay for something similar and found myself this vintage, one of kind, 100% silk scarf and got it for peanuts (makes you feel very smug).


Don't ask me where it shipped from, I don't want to talk about my carbon footprint. Just be happy for me because I love it. I am not glamorous in it, but it is super useful and it cheers me up no end.


As you can see, 1940's fever is spreading through the female fraternity in the house. With that in mind... I'm off to scrub the front step, although I should perhaps try separating the Gala Melon that looks like Peter Cushing's face from my fridge shelf.

Mr Jelly

This post is named after the incredibly funny character from 'Psychoville', a drama by the lads who did 'League of Gentlemen'. He is a dishevelled, down-on-his-luck, grubby clown who gets embroiled in a sinister plot...very endearing. Craig and I love it.



Anyway that aside, it is just an introduction to the post really (do check it out though). A couple of months ago I bought some cheap jelly molds. I had this in my mind...


A retro 1970's bunny blancmange that the kids would be in awe of, entertained for a gleeful few minutes before tucking in. This is what we ended up with...

 
We played Freya some footage of Harry Hill's piss take of Heston Blumenthal on Youtube, the stuff where he wobbles the Jelly with Wipeout by the Sufari's playing in the background. She seemed to dig it. Craig then made the mistake of removing the teddy's head to give to Edie. She was most distressed, her main complaint that "He can't smile, where's his smile gone."

Cue mummy with ice cream and writing icing to rescue the situation.


Job done.

Incidentally, both girls hated the texture of the jelly, so we won't be doing that again in a hurry...Bollocks.

To craft or not to craft?

I am quite creative and like titivating our house, and so like many others I had fallen into the 'Martha' trap (Martha Stewart). Organising everything with sticky labels, making displays for diffierent 'holidays' and generally employing her 'Good Things' (top tips) throughout the house.


This is how to organise the perfect mudroom...apparently. However, I have found that my free time is getting less and less with Edie being more mobile. I have finally accepted that a lot of this stuff is for people who have spare time which sadly, is not going to be me for a few years. I am beginning to embrace the mess and enjoy the girls being little and wanting to spend time with me, because that will definitely change one day. I stumbled across this book and it has helped me immensely.

I was hooked by the end of the first page. After watching a show in which Martha fashioned a cranberry wreath out of 3500 cranberries, the author, Lisa Quinn, had an epiphany.

            "For the first time ever, I looked at Martha, my idol and thought,
            "This  bitch is crazy."" Quinn, 2010.

So while I do still dabble with some crafty stuff, I have attempted to tone it down a bit and not be so manic. My friend Emily is in a similar situation, she has a love of handmade gubbins and a little one but she is struggling to find a good balance. I told her about the book and before I could explain why I liked it she proceeded to tell me that she has a really great way of folding fitted sheets that she'll have to share with me...argh.

I have been indulging in some crafty stuff though...


This is a gift from the lovely, aforementioned Emily. I have never crocheted before. The cotton-like wool ('worsted weight', used for cloths) in funky colours comes from Em and the expertise comes from my mum. It looks super but I do bleach all my cloths normally so it is a bit of a time sucker for something too beautiful to use... maybe it can come out for show. I think the other one can be a gift for my big sister who's kitchen is precisely that colour.


In return for the wool, I have snaffled this vintage pattern book from my mum with the intention of copying it for Emily. In the middle you'll notice a beautiful retro tea cosie very similar to the one I bought from Cath Kidston for £18! A real vintage goldmine.


This is a new magazine that seems to be creating a buzz on lots of blogs. My smart phone is in a very sensible black rubber case and could so do with a bit of zsushing (if I ever get round to it) I like a bit of fancy-ness on my gadgets, keys, e-reader etc but I draw the line at my car...


Epic fail. This is Jamie's (boy next door) girlfriends car. If Freya or Edie ever did that to a car they would get grounded.

So little to do, so much time... reverse that.

Friday, 17 June 2011

Ah time is running away with me...

Here we are many weeks since my last post, after saying that I would try and set some time aside to blog each week. I could really do with a whole evening to catch up but I am just about to start another set of nights... so it won't be happening anytime soon.


So, I thought I would put up one picture and write a little... just to keep my hand in.

This photo really the answers the question. Is Edie ready to cut out her morning nap? The answer is a resounding 'No'. This 'face plant' onto her highchair resulted from a bad night and no morning sleep due to teeth. She is such a trooper just like her sister. She doesn't really complain much at all, so when she cries through her nap you know she just needs cuddles and understanding. This photo was taken after I took a hilarious falling asleep while you eat video. I would send it to 'You've Been Framed' but we have all seen these videos before and I would hate for Harry Hill to rip my decor to pieces.

Must go and poke the baby with a stick as she has been asleep for an hour and a half this morning and I want her to sleep this afternoon because I have to go to bed before work- boo-hoo.

Monday, 6 June 2011

Spoonful of Sugar

Is there anything as comforting as sitting on the couch next to your significant other, idly watching them play computer games? I have a big cup of twinings everyday tea. All I need know is a slice of cake and the scene will be complete. I see a lot of delicious cakes on other peoples blogs and think that I would like to do some baking. The ideal thing would be to bake one new thing every week, and just have that around for the week's treats. Don't think that really fits in with slimming world but we can't make life too joyless. I saw this cake on the 'not martha' blog. It is a wonderful leprechaun-trap-cake which I had never heard of but it seems self-explanatory. Not an every week baking cake but for a birthday...

The diet and exercise isn't going too well this week as I have been a bit run down. I was unusually tired, spotty (I never get spots) and my hair was so lank it looked like 'cadaver' chic. So I gave myself a bit of a rest. I am being generally more active and Craig is still swimming, so our attitude shift is persisting at least. I have discovered the Adidas mi coach app for my smart phone which is a great motivator... very basic stats but it does push you to walk a bit faster.



Before I got run down, the exercise was leaving me feeling very good. I am hoping to get back on track by taking Mooms for a walk this evening. Hopefully, the exercise will help me ward off the stress of work which seems particularly painful at the minute. Each shift we are very busy and missing tea breaks, which wouldn't be so bad but for the fact that you are still being reprimanded for not getting the job done. To do your best under tough conditions and get no thanks, day in day out is becoming soul destroying. What do they say about a spoonful of sugar...


this is what I bought from Etsy to cheer myself up at my dreadful job, a shiny new id badge lanyard. To look on the bright side I have a job that pays me well enough to only be away from the kids two days a week, so I shall have to 'strap on a proverbial pair'.

I dusted off my beautiful heels because last night was 'date night'. Here they are modelled by Freya next morning, next to the princess shoes that she is no longer interested in favour of mine.



Craig and I went out to the cinema to watch 'The Hangover 2'. The film was great although not a patch on the original. Ken Jeong as Mr Chow is such a scream.


It was good to go out to the cinema even if I did find out that I am three years out of fashion with clothes and hair and didn't really have a 'going out' handbag. A small shopping trip with a stop at the hairdressers will be in order if this is to become a regular event. Although, the cost of food and drink is a bit offputting, Craig paid £15 for two hot dogs, a bottle of Stella and a large Coke.

All in all it hasn't been a great week. Craig bumped his car after a taxi driver caused a three car prang on a motorway roundabout. He was struggling to see the bright side and be grateful for not being hurt but I guess he's worrying about what it will cost. Also in the news... Freya had an incident report filled out at nursery for scratching another child, apparently unprovoked. It made us feel a little bit sick. We had a chat with her and told her how sad we both were, she got no stickers on her chart and therefore no weekend prize for her stickers. It was difficult to find the balance between addressing the problem and making her fee unnecessarily bad. Needless to say Craig chopped all her fingernails that night.

In the past few weeks our friends Jason and Jayn have emigrated to Canada, where Jayn is originally from. We had been meaning to catch up for a while but had to settle for seeing them the night before they left. We took a run out to the Trafford centre grabbed some lovely sushi and then headed over to Jayn's auntie's house for a brew and a goodbye. Although we didn't catch up that often, it was still sad. Maybe when the girls are older we'll get to go on a jolly to see them.


Here we are at Tim Yau's wedding. The photo was taken in order to show the clock in the background, which incidentally says 10.15, because we were the last at the wedding and the DJ asked if he could pack up.

With the weather finally perking up again, I may be able to do a post about our love seat soon... fingers crossed.