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I was flicking though Flickr and I came across some old photos of the babes. Moments which at the time seemed irrelevant can carry so many memories can’t they?

They can take you right back in an instant. Good God I was ill when these were taken.

Grobags! I’d forgotten the cuteness of Grobags!

And tinsel – and sleepsuits which had to be put on backwards lest they be rived off in an instant! I’d totally forgotten that fight!

Toddling. Waddling. Ready to clean up this town.

Small people for such a short time…

Memories can be such a double-edged sword…

Good God I love these people. Masha’allah.

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This weekend had all the ingredients for a completely lovely, uplifting, reviving and rejuvenating time. It’s been a loooong time since I have felt such contentment masha’allah.

Some crafting, of course, in the form of a quilt-top for our bed.

Plenty of posies – a stream of flowers and things generally ripped off stalks made it’s way into our home.

Oh how I *love* the aroma of daffodils. I could bury my head in those petals and inhale like a crack addict. Hm…lovely poetic imagery there I’m sure you’d all agree…

Sun. Hot hot sun. Blue skies. The sounds of nesting all around. All weekend. Masha’allah!

Ergo outdoor play. All weekend! Masha’allah.

Time to sit and knit… ahhhh…..

The barakah of guests, family and good company masha’allah.

Some thrifting thrown in for good measure (a treat in itself, let me tell you :: a bit of time to stroll around a local thrift haven is a little bit of heaven) – and seriously scoring! Yes! Oh I can’t tell you how happy this makes me. Some pretty, lovely things (and yes more yarn in some seriously yummy colours) to adorn our home masha’allah.

Another tin – pehaps for buttons? Who knows – currently on my craft shelves awaiting a use …

And some chocolate thrown in for good measure. Good times, people. Good times.

I need to remember that times like these are so very joy-full and make me so grate-full, I am literally full in the heart and glowing with tiredness and contentment. Alhamdulillah. Some days are like this. Life can be so very good.

xx

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Sunshine. Warmth. Dappled light.

Close your eyes and listen to the birds. They have urgent calls which sounds like sirens.

The breeze is gentle and even in the shade now there is a little warmth. Although a shawl is sufficient.

We dust down the garden furniture which were wrapped up five or six months ago, gleefully drape and adorn our table with something soft and vintage and eat a junk food treat with flowers and bugs and music to entertain us.


{Picture taken by Eldest}


{Picture taken by Eldest}

And I sit, knitting contentedly, as the babes play and run and remember all the garden games they have forgotten over this long winter. Coats are abandoned and glowing faces are assumed, growing rosier with each passing breathe. And we breathe in the scents, the energy and the very life of the world around us.

As we gratefully and gleefully embrace the freshness of this open season, venturing out for longer each day, I can’t help but feel part of this merry dance, this joyful carousel, which is freely given if only one sees with the right eyes.

On days like this I can’t help but feel fully alive.

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THIS is my Nana’s knitting bag.

That is to say, that this was the knitting bag of my late, great, bestest Nana. My cool, lovable, warm, crafty Nana which I found in my mother’s house a while back containing a little leftover yarn, a pattern and a crochet hook. The Nana that I love and who I really miss. This is her bag.

But there is just one problem with it: man, it’s UGLY. Beyond ugly – it is FUGLY.

I’m sorry Nan, but what the hell were you thinking? I have tried to love it and embrace it and live with it, but after seeing the pretty bags by Cath Kidston out there? Something had to be done.

Sure I could have bought a new one, but you know that this post isn’t about that, don’t you? You probably know that even if I could have afforded to buy one that I wouldn’t, simply because, well it’s just much more fun to make your own isn’t it?

And having scored some seriously chintzy upholstery fabric at a thrift store for next to nothing masha’allah I didn’t have an excuse NOT to make one.

I made it a little bigger than my Nan’s, and added copious inside pockets – something I do when I make any bag is to include pockets and if it is for a craft purpose? I include MANY pockets – big, small, medium, hidden, crochet hook size, pen size, cotton reel size. Yeah, you get the idea – pockets. I think this insane lust for pockets occured after motherhood and understanding the essential need for many many places to store the crap that mother’s cart around on a daily basis.

It came together fairly quickly and so far I am happy with it – I can stand to look at it, which is an improvement, and even though I will of course keep my Nan’s bag, I don’t think it will be seeing the outside of the house.

But this baby? Well she’s the type of bag you don’t mind being seen out with – park, playgrounds, beach – you wouldn’t be embarrassed to be seen public with it.

Hope my grandkids don’t blog about how ugly it is in 60 years time….

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1. Have a Jimmy Jam day :: this will make you feel comfortable and warm and in the mood for slouching.

2. Soak in the sun as much as possible :: this will produce vitamin D, cast really cool shadows and possibly dry the snot currently congealing around the base of your nostrils

3. Read books :: Lots and lots of books. Preferably this, this and this. Over and over and over again. Repetition is comforting, right?

4. Wear Stripes :: No reason. {But co-ordinates well with the wool blankets!….}



5. Snuggle under several aforementioned wool blankets
:: whilst Mama sits at your feet sewing, telling you about Little Red Riding Hood and Goldilocks, as you ask ‘why’ at everything, before falling into one of those deep naps that only illness creates.


6. Don’t forget to take your medicine
:: Mama’s kisses have magic medicine in them, you know. They can make everything feel alright. Feel better now?

Well, let’s repeat those six steps til you do, okay??

xx

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Fingerless mitts are USELESS in winter….

Time to knit some real mittens I think….

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Fleeting yet Eternal.

My mini-man has yet to learn the art of not wanting to hold hands with his Mummy; I soak him all up whilst I still can… he is nearing four faster than I can nail down ornaments. The famed “rise of testosterone” is surely in evidence as he storms (commando-style) from cute toddler little boy into full boy with honours. Roaring, racing, jumping, hitting, hurting, butting, biting (still); he still isn’t as hurricane-like as his older brother. The tough-stuff is still tame and cute in comparison, but he now has that unmistakable mischievous glint in his eyes. He has suddenly realised his power. His body has suddenly started something up, that’s for damn sure. He has the need to expand and conquer, to bounce and irritate – to push the boundaries in every way.

Trouble, here we come…. just one more cuddle before it’s too late….

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