It was Mothers Day here in the UK yesterday. The sun shone and I had a really lovely day. I had a, lets say, disappointing Mothers Day last year. But this year was brilliant. Big up Mr C who came up trumps and helped the boys make it a lovely day. After last year I made sure Mr C knew what small things I was hoping for, a couple of handmade cards, breakfast in bed and a lay in. I rather hoped to have a bit of time to play in his old study which I have hijacked to make a hobby room out of. I didn't fancy cooking the Sunday roast and I really wanted to have lots of cups of tea made for me.
The day started at 8.30am (so I did get a bit of a lay in) with Little Cuckoo frisbying his card at me. Followed swiftly by Big Cuckoo and Mr C carrying a breakfast tray. Mr C then went and fetched the baby and once everyone was together on the bed I was given my cards and gifts.
|Isn't this a lovely looking breakfast tray. I would have had boiled eggs but the chickens (Yicks) |
hadn't laid and I hadn't bought any eggs
The boys had made me cards, Big's on the Left, Little's is the rabbit one and Mr C had sorted Mini out with one.
Mr C had bought me my favourite chocolates (just dashed off to get them to eat while I blog) and had taken the boys to Fanny Adams Vintage on Saturday to get the necklace I had seen weeks ago when I took Little there for a glass of milk and a cookie. We didn't go there so I could stroke all the lovely things, chat to Jane or for me to have a chili mocha. No, it was His treat you understand, Not mine. While we were there he was fiddling with the jewellery display, I spotted a gorgeous necklace and said to him (half jokingly) "This is a lovely necklace, a nice gift for Mummy on Mothers Day"
Then last week while Big was at Disabled Riding and we were watching him, we were talking about plans for the weekend. Little said he wanted to go swimming and get dirty and ride his tractor. I pointed out that Sunday was Mothers Day and that I hoped to have breakfast in bed etc... Little then cupped my face and looked into my soul with his piercing blue eyes and said "And don't...forget...your....lovely ....necklace!" I'd forgotten entirely and asked him what he meant. He then made the shape of a heart with his fingers and said "The green heart from your favourite shop!" I could not believe he had remembered or that I had forgotten!
Now you may remember (I think I blogged a short sentence a while back) that I have long dreamt about having a little room of my own as a hobby room. I was angling for a shed. Mr C then, out of the blue, said I could have his study as he hardly ever used it. I didn't think when it came to it he would be able to hand it over. This weekend his study became my hobby room! I am in my seventh heaven and cannot believe how fortunate I am.
On Sunday I spent a fair bit of the day in there. I nick named it the Bird Box and the boys have already adopted the new title for it. They love being in there with me. Even Mr C has spent more time in there with me than he has in the entire last six months. The nasty damp smell has dissipated already. Who knows if I'll find the time to use it the way I imagine, maybe not for the next couple of years, but one day I hope to sort of 'work' in there. I haven't decided exactly what I'll be doing yet. I'd like it to be something arty crafty but something a little different to what is out there already. That's my stumbling block, I have no imagination. Can't come up with anything new and unique, I can only copy.
I had a lovely time chopping up Primark tea towels and stitching bias binding down the sides to make rolling Aga rail towels. I like to change my tea towels, hand towels and dish cloths everyday since I had hideous food poisoning in 2004 and was hospitalised for a week. I am a bit anal about these things now even though I caught the bugs from a restaurant in the Alps.
|Piles of washing on the worktop in the back ground waiting for me...they are still waiting!|
While I was having enormous fun in The Bird Box fannying about with scissors and having frequent cups of tea and letting the boys scribble over old bank statements from the days when I had a job (I was employed??!) Mr C cooked a truly delicious roast.
It was such a great day and I have the lovely Mr C to thank for it. What a dear husband he is.
I am hoping that by waxing lyrical about his marvellousness I'll have a repeat Mothers Day next year! ;o)
After yesterday I feel a bit flat today, a bit teary, I forgot to take my meds last night so I doubt that has helped matters. The boys are back in school, Mr C is back at work, Mini and I miss them. At least the sun is out and the sky is so blue. Also there are chocolates to be eaten so I wont dwell on the things that are playing on my mind and I'll move on to Other News.
Thank you for the comments on my last post. I'm pretty sure I have got back to everyone who wasn't a No reply Blogger or left a comment anonymously (Annie, you have no profile or email attached to your comments. Are you Knitsofacto Annie? Fee says you are but I'm double checking so I don't go chatting to Knitso' and have her thinking "eh?"). I love how you all encourage me and spur me on. There's a part of me that feels uncomfortable when I do any Ta dahhhhs because it feels a like I'm bragging my (homemade knitted!) socks off. But, much like I show my Mum what I have been up to, I also want to document it on my blog. I hope I never come across as a big headed "look at how marvellous I am" sort of gal. I swear I'm not boastful in real life, but I do get over excited! Also please don't be under the impression that I just knitted all that stuff in my last two posts in a matter of moments. It's really not that much for ten whole months of dabbling. Ten months is a really long time. A whole human being can be made in that time, I just made a couple of woolly things. I'm just saying this now as my next couple of posts should be Ta Dah's as Mr C took pictures of me looking gorkey in some knitted items yesterday between cooking the roast and making tea.
And finally (you still there?) last time I was here I was expressing concerns about Pinterest. It was great to hear what others thought and to be directed to different articles. I have had a read up and have decided that I'll carry on pinning but checking the pin does link back to the source and also I intend to email Pinterest my concerns. If enough people do this then they may listen. The T&C's for Pinterest are not dissimilar to those of Facebook, Tumblr, Flickr, WeHeartIt etc... and I'm perfectly comfortable using those sites. 11 million people use Pinterest, a popular pin can be pinned over a million times. That's a lot of people. The Washington Post article on Pinterest Copyright issues was interesting and reassuring. I can't get the link to work but it pops up if you google it.
I also read up on copyright law for the internet and came upon this site which if you pop in Copyright Law and then click on the "12 do's and Don'ts" and read that article you may be reassured about your blogs content being misused. I couldn't get a link to work there either. Think Blogger is being tricksy.
There are numerous articles and information out there saying similar too, about copyright and Pinterest not about tricksy blogger.
That's all folks,
ps (there is always a ps it seems!) Little Cuckoo is pleased you all liked his Grommit, I do need to point out that he had a substantial amount of help, I maybe didn't stress that. However, all credit to him, when it fell of the shelf and fell to pieces he did a super job of sticking the pieces back on seamlessly. He even refashioned the tail as Mini had chewed it up.
pps all these photographs are from Instagram if you are on it I am Cuckoob.
ppps Out takes any one? Keep scrolling to see the photo's I took when I was trying to get snaps of the chickens. I didn't realise the phone had switched direction as it was too sunny to see the screen. So minging! I've had to keep these pictures small for the sake of my vanity. They are funny though, at least I think they are, so I'm sharing them with you. It ain't pretty, I had no makeup on. You've been warned........
|worried or in pain?|
|What's my hair doing?!|
|Go Go Sausage is who I was trying to get a snap of.|