Snippet: Improv

30 09 2014

I finished two lovely cushions recently for my bedroom and they were immediately stolen by my children. And so, I’m starting again! This one was fun to make with my own screen printed images and some improv. My new studio design wall made it even more fun!

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I am not getting much computer time at the moment and there’s so much I want to share that I thought I would start writing these little posts direct from my phone. More soon.

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Mummy do it

20 08 2012

Both of my blogs are a little neglected at the moment. Time is a factor but also I am stuck in one of my blogging loops where I am late posting something I want to post, but I don’t have the time and mental space to do it. So it becomes like a traffic jam in my head. I must not do anything to do with blogging before I write such and such a post.

Well I am giving myself permission to just forget about it and write instead. I will get to writing the letters to my children and doing something to mark the passing of Piran’s third birthday too. But for now, this is the post that I NEED to write.

Piran is a cautious and very particular soul. In true two or three year old style he wants things to be done in a certain way or he is not happy at all. I know that this is him testing boundaries and making sense of his place in the world, learning to be independent as well as sticking to me like glue!

The problem is that he insists that I do almost everything for him. If Mr C tries to do anything, make his drink, read his story, put him to bed, sit with him, get him a snack then all hell breaks loose.

Once again I find myself wishing there was a bloody manual for this sort of thing. It is incessant and is having a bad effect on all involved. Mr C is hurt and frustrated. I am overworked (ha!) and unable to get anything done when I need to do it.

Please, has anyone been through this before? How did you deal with it. Should we pander to it and wait for him to forget and just grow out of it or is it time to knock it on the head? Is there a way of doing that that doesn’t involve screaming all day because I am not sure that I can take it.

Oh we love the boy so much but things like this get me all twisted up in parental guilt and unable to think straight and make a plan of how to handle it. Mr C starts being away all week again in a couple of weeks and obviously when I am alone there is only me to do it anyway, but Mr C still wants to do things with Piran and I don’t want the 48 hours a week that he will be home to be full of battles and upsets.

All advice gratefully received. I will send you a biscuit for your time.*

Is it any wonder when Daddy does things like this?

*I am not responsible for any treats that may get lost in the post.**

** Eaten by me before posting.





Picture postcards from Cornwall

7 08 2012

Dear Everyone,
My hangover from Saturday night has finally gone and despite the dodgy weather we are making the most of our trip.
Love, Kelly





Social Gathering Arithmetic

4 08 2012

Me + strangers = awkward
Me + lager + hiding place = tipsy
Me + tipsy + strangers = better
Me + more lager + tipsy = bit loud
Me + bit loud = embarrassing
Me + more lager + bit loud = bit drunk
Me + bit drunk + parents = disaster
Me + bit drunk + crisps = tipsy – empty stomach
Me + bit drunk + iPhone = blog post.

Smooches x





Picture postcards from Cornwall

31 07 2012

Dear Everyone,
We are having a wonderful birthday week in Cornwall. Wish you were here.
Love,
Kelly





Not done yet

24 06 2012

What seems like a lifetime ago (but was only a couple of weeks really) I wrote a post entitled Not normal after all. Turns out that it really should have been called – Coming off my anti depressants wasn’t the right thing for me and I am still suffering from PND.

Oh well, you live and learn I guess. And that is not such a snappy title.

The anxiety got worse and the other symptoms returned too. The crying, the inability to sleep, the DOOM, the anger and frustration. The yelling. The complete lack of patience. The over reacting. The shouting and screaming.

And so, a trip back to the doctors. Back on the tablets, still suffering from PND. And that in itself is okay with me. But I don’t want that to be the defining thing in my life anymore. I don’t want to be passive and let this happen to me.

And I won’t. I admit that there is something wrong and I do something about it. As a good friend pointed out that in itself is not passive. But it is not enough for me and so there are things that I can do. I can ask for more help, which I have and the doctor has referred me for support and counselling.

And, at the same time all of this was happening I had already started a new project. A new blog, called The Happiness Jar. An idea, started months ago but switched from real life into the virtual one after a perfect conversation with a friend over hot drinks in Trafalgar Square.

It is new, and this post here explains the beginning of the idea and where I have got to so far. It is a work in progress but every time I manage to get the email sign up box working or add my RSS feed I get a real high. As a person I thrive on learning new things and accomplishing something that scares me or I think I am unable to do and so just the act of writing and creating this new blog is helping to make me happy.

So, please, have a look and tell me what you think. Or tell me what makes you happy so I can see if the same is true for me. I need to see these things, to forget about the big picture and focus on the small things and then at the end of the day add up all those small things to make one big smile on my face.





Tipping Point

1 06 2012

I don’t watch the news. I don’t read news papers. I occasionally listen to Radio 4. It might make me ignorant but it is the way that I choose to live my life.

But I do go on Twitter every day and today my eyes were opened to something that I can hardly bear to read or think about. But I must. Even I cannot ignore this.

But I have sat here for the last ten minutes and I can’t write about it. I feel sick and sure that I must do something but I can’t find the way to do it other than this. There are so many eloquent posts out there, check the #tippingpoint #syria #stopthekilling hashtags. I have no words.

I have tweeted. I have signed petitions and posted them to my Facebook timeline.
I am writing about it here so that I can encourage you to go and sign the Save the Children petition and also the Avaaz one.

Please, each takes just 30 seconds. Take 1 minute of our privileged, safe lives to tell someone out there that killing children is unacceptable.