It's going to spend the best part of the weekend raining down here in the South of England, so I know we'll be spending a good chunk of time making and cutting and painting and blu-ing (glueing), which is the Threeva's new favourite thing. If you are stuck indoors and searching for ideas, here are a few examples of things we have made recently: OK, so the last one was all me, but I really enjoyed making the heart-shaped wreath from … [Read more...]
Wagg the dog: delicious treats for the hound in your life.
I always wanted a dog with the sort of name that makes you look a bit bonkers. OK, so I looked a bit bonkers long before we got the dog, but it always amused me, in a puerile sort of way, to think of someone striding across a park shouting "Doughnut" or "Slapper". You would think they were bonkers until you realised that they had a lead in their hand and were chasing after the gorgeous silky-coated Labrador you'd just been admiring at a … [Read more...]
The Gallery: 24 hours with an Aspiring Domestic Goddess
There are days when I don't know at what point yesterday ended and today began, such is the number of times I have staggered from my bed to the nursery to deal with Dimples then crawled, sometime later, under the now-cold duvet for what I hope will be the last time until morning. Last night was one such night. This makes it tricky to know at what point to start the clock running on the task that Tara has set for this week's Gallery, but assume … [Read more...]
Seeing red.
Sometimes I see Christmas in it's hues: the scent of berries and warm red wine, of spices from mystical places that soothe the soul on long dark nights. Sometimes I see happiness: the red shoes of partying and reckless abandon; the bright primary colours of the plastic pantechnicon that was once our sitting room and is now play-room of small, bright, happy souls that giggle and gurgle and brighten my days. I see warmth and comfort and colour in … [Read more...]
Leaving on a jet plane
The DH is taking we girls en vacances. I have abandoned the packing momentarily to notify you of this. I say packing, but it's more like preparing for the invasion of a continent. However did my parents regularly move country with so little? I suspect that the only way of fitting in all the child-related essentials is to pack two pairs of underwear and a swimsuit for me and just wear the clothes I travel in for two weeks. Although, having … [Read more...]
Will I be a good enough parent?
I think perhaps that Philip Larkin had a more miserable upbringing than Adrian Mitchell;They tuck you up, your mum and dadThey read you Peter Rabbit, too.They give you all the treats they hadAnd add some extra, just for you.They were tucked up when they were small,(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),By those whose kiss healed any fall,Whose laughter doubled any joke.Man hands on happiness to man.It deepens like a coastal shelf.So love your parents … [Read more...]
