I apologies for the prolonged and unannounced absence but I had good reasons:
- half term descended upon me not without notice I admit, but the true power that three children have to swallow time meant 'survival' mode took over.
- So, we survived half term, in fact I can go as far as saying it was a good one. We even managed to meet up with dear friends and their offspring for a long cycle ride... which the offspings survived much more unscathed than we did.. ehm...
- The boys have been back in school for a week but I spent this time covered in 'skylon grey' paint (Kevin McCloud for Fired Earth). The lounge is now done - give or take the odd radiator still unpainted, or the skirting board behind the sofa still to do... - and it looks mighty nice. Oh there are no curtains either but I'm so proud of how well I filled in the holes left by the old ghastly curtain rail that I'm very happy to stare at the smooth wall for a while!
- And curtain shopping can be fun, right?
- I went to see 'Skyfall'. Brilliant. Sigh.
- I finished one Xmas present, started another two and have the material for a 4th. No pressure here.
- I also finished the Halloween quilt - minus handsewing the binding, but I figure Halloween will come 'round again next year, so what's the rush?
- I have a new wreath on my door
- of course I didn't make it.
- It was 'book day' at school today, this is how No 2 went in, (note how 'tidy' he is already)
("Boy in a dress" by David Walliams)
- because of course he hates being the centre of attention. (when I left him in the playground he was trying to sell his dress to a gaggle of girls...)
- my little shrinking violet.
- Knitting club starts again in approx 45 minutes.
Today is the perfect end of summer's day. You can smell the Autumn in the air, the colours are different, the sky bluer.
After the 'laziness' of summer (I'm talking rethorically here, of course) September always brings a desire to tidy up, to prepare for the winter ahead, a need to sort out through accumulated stuff, stuff we don't need anymore, to stop and think. I long for warm clothes, gloves and dark nights. I can't wait for crunchy leaves underfoot when Lilli and I go for a walk.
For the moment the house is still around me. Clean, tidy. Still. The boys will be back in a few hours and the atmosphere will change dramatically I know so I'm enjoying this.
I sorted my fabric (oh the dust... the sneezing) and donated two huge backs to charity.
I made a long list (slightly daunting, urgh) of what I'd like to achieve this Autumn
I washed the floors, paid bills, made the spare room up for my dad is bringing the boys back
I got a new tyre for the car
I made a list of ufos but I already know I'll have to break the pledge I mady to myself to make a quilt for my best friend's baby (if that's not a good excuse, I don't know what is!)
a then I sat down in my freshly cleaned desk and read the new magazine 'The simple things' (from the makers of Molly Makes). The first issue is very good. Keep it up folks.
Way back when, when I first started blogging there was this popular feature doing the rounds called 'corner of my home'. On a regular basis people posted photogoraphs of their homes that represented their life in a particular way, in a particular time.
Often looking around me I can see 'photographs' that perfectly illustrate 'our' lives. The range of dirty clothes around the empty and open laundry basket in the boys' bathroom, the 47639 posters/drawings/photos on No 2's wall, the three quilts in a big pile on the sofa in the playroom, the empty cereal box returned to the breakfast drawer, the many projects on my desk... they're all snapshots that tell stories about us.
And so when I saw this:
I had to smile.
This is where we are. This is what life with three boys is all about: tennis rackets, baseball bats, cricket stumps and bat, hockey sticks... plus all the footballs, rugby balls, hockey and cricket and tennis balls at the bottom of the crate. Plus the bikes and the scooter in the garage. The frisbies. The bowling balls.
There's no end to it. (there's no end to amount of washing that all the above creates either, but that's another photo for another day!)
Incidentally the crate was meant to be for outdoor shoes... ha. That obviously didn't work.