Friday, 3 July 2015

Sadness....

Many of you in the crochet world will by now have heard about Wink. Wink had the most amazing crochet blog, she was candidly honest about her struggle with depression and credited crochet and creativity with helping her beat her depression.

Sadly, Wink lost her fight against her depression. You can read her sister's touching post on Wink's blog here.

Even though I only "knew" Wink through her blog, this news has really impacted me. It seems impossible that someone so vibrant, creative and colorful could succumb to the darkness like this.  It just goes to show you never really really know what someone else is going through.  I've blogged very briefly about my Post-Natal Depression before and depression is a cruel thing.  It's misunderstood, and by it's very nature the darkenss, self-doubt and helplessness is often all consuming for the sufferer.

Kathryn from Crochet Concupiscence says all I want to say about Wink, and far more eloquently than I ever could. You can read her beautiful words on her blog

One of Wink's signature patterns was her love of mandalas.  I was at Yarndale in Yorkshire in Sept 2014 where lots of people across the globe had contributed crochet mandalas for a project by Lucy of Attic 24. (Yarndale Mandalas)  Many of them were Wink mandalas.




Now there is another Mandala Project.... Mandalas for Marinke.  Its in memory of Wink, but it will also raise awareness of depression. Here is my mandala, ready to send off:


I used Wink's "I Love Holland" pattern. You can find it in her Ravelry store.

Rest in peace Wink..... we'll all miss you. 
♥♥♥♥


Thursday, 25 June 2015

The green trousers (style tips from Crummy Hubby!)

So, it's been hot lately... Glorious sunshine by day, but a bit muggy at night. So I treated myself to some new summer pyjamas. Shorts and a vest. Nothing too outlandish I thought.....

Well, until Crummy Hubby clapped eyes on them. First there was the disbelief that I'd bought yet MORE pyjamas (the drawer is already bursting at the seams and I have to do a season swap where the winceyette wonders get hidden under the bed in April!) Second there was his opinion on the fabric..... "They look like curtains.", he declared. "Or cushions..." 

Here is the offending fabric:


Nice and summery I thought. I told him
so. "Well I think it looks like cushions, " he maintained. 

It's the green trousers all over again!!!! 

I had a green pair of trousers. I loved my green trousers. When Crummy Hubby and I were just about going out back in the year dot I wore these trousers. I made the fatal mistake of asking his opinion about my appearance. "They're a bit GREEN...", he opined. 

So keen was I to continue to impress this man who was to become my hubby, that I never ever wore the trousers again. (Did I mention I loved those trousers?) They were consigned to the charity bag.

I am pleased to say, that now I have successfully ensnared my hubby, I no longer care as much for his fashion advice... Especially when floral pyjamas are concerned! 

So There!

Friday, 12 June 2015

Irritating things my 4 year old does.....


He's only just 3 feet tall but he can send me from a serene, zen-like state of motherhood to screaming harpydom in 3 seconds flat! Here's why......

He only eats beige food.

I'm being serious. The boy is all about the carbs. His staple diet consists of pasta (plain, no sauce) and butter sandwiches! Sometimes if we're lucky he'll eat a cocktail sausage or some cucumber. He eats scrambled eggs (his only source of protein!) and bananas, both of which are pale yellow bordering on the beige! EXCEPT if we're out. At a restaurant he'll eat pizza and pasta, with sauce! Both of which are "yucky" at home. Even MORE infuriatingly at nursery he'll put away cottage pie, Thai curry, fruity chicken, and beef stroganoff....!! Beast!

The Bickering.....

My four year old has a seven year old older sibling. That makes for a LOT of bickering. Cue He said/She said.... He hit me, she started it, he won't share, she's got my <insert name of toy here>.... MAKE IT STOP!!!!! Sometimes I feel like a WWF referee crossed with a UN peace negotiator! Which leads to....

The Whining

Why do four year olds whine so much? Why do they repeat this whining at incremental volumes until someone responds? Why does the whining start as soon as I sit on the toilet or start cooking? Also.... Why must he hang off my leg while whining?!

The "I need a wee" dance

Don't tell me you need a bloody wee, just get in the toilet and do it!!!!! You're more than capable. And while we're on the subject, when you're doing a stand-up wee, remember to point your winky away from your body (and pants, trousers and shoes!) Also - do you have an alarm that goes off as soon as I put shampoo in my hair that means you need a poo? So I have to drip water and suds all over the place while I wipe your bottom.

"No!", "You are NOT my best friend!" And "I'm not coming to your party!" 

The strops thrown by a four year old are immense.  I'm talking full on foot stamping, arm folding, frowning, yelling stropdom. Everything from having to tidy his room, to trying new food and bedtime can result in a fully fledged tantrum. Luckily it's done and dusted in seconds, as is the way with boys, but I have been known to step over him while he's writhing on the floor shrieking about how it's not fair....(if I can hear him, he's still alive!) 

Having said all that, The Wilburbeast is my bundle of boyness, and whatever he throws at me - with one smile, huggle or  sweaty kiss I'm transformed, from screaming harpydom to giggling, tickling mummy. 

Yes, I know he's got me wrapped around his finger, they both have;  I wouldn't have it any other way. 


Saturday, 6 June 2015

Save our NHS

Last weekend Miss Bags and The Wilburbeast were wrestling. Nothing unusual in that... Only this time Miss Bags decided to slam dunk The Wilburbeast into the coffee table.

We were having dinner. The weans were supposed to be watching Disney Junior. Next thing The Wilburbeast comes running in, howling. Now I mean proper howling, in pain. I immediately lifted him and hugged him, stroking his hair. I thought he was sweaty from the wrestling, and it wasn't until I took my hand away I saw the blood. Crummy Hubby and I had shared a bottle of vino, we're probably over the limit. With Crummy Hubby cradling The Wilburbeast (who by this time had almost stopped bleeding) and fielding questions and apologies from an increasingly hysterical Miss Bags, I did the only thing I could... I phoned Daddy!

Mum and Dad rocked up in record time, and agreed The Wilburbeast's head needed looking at. The bleeding had stopped, he wasn't knocked out and he was coherent; so we knew he didn't need an ambulance. Dad and Crummy Hubby drove him to the local Minor Injuries Unit.  

He was seen within the hour and his head was glued back together.  First class service from the NHS.

All this got me thinking. With all the issues in the media of late about how the government will destroy the NHS and how the NHS is over-run... and inspired by a thread on my local community Facebook page where people were saying how difficult it is to get a GP appointment.... I started thinking  maybe we all need to think about how we all use OUR NHS....

I think this poster says it all really.


In our case last weekend Minor Injuries was definitely the right choice.  Had The Wilburbeast been knocked out or we hadn't been able to stop the bleeding then it would have beeen A&E or an ambulance!

Tuesday, 26 May 2015

I don't know how he does it.....

Last week I was on a course at work.  This has meant that instead of heading into work at 7am, Crummy Hubby has gone in early, and I have picked up the mantle of the school-run and nursery drop off.  Together  with some careful planning and help from family and other school-run mums we thought we had it covered..... Best laid plans hey?! 
 
Here's a flavour of the week's early morning antics - Crummy Mummy style!
  
Monday - What a fab and relaxed morning.  I even managed a "lie-in" by Monday standards, and got up at 7:30.  The weans were up and breakfasting, and everything was under control.  We had arranged for Pops to be on Miss Bags school pick-up duty, and there is no nursery for The Wilburbeast on a Monday, he stays at home with Nonna, so Crummy Hubby and I were able to both work normal days (roughly 9-5).  After work, Miss Bags had swimming, I sorted out the nursery bags for Tuesday, put them in the car, left myself a post it reminder for the morning, and prepared dinner. This is easy I thought!
 
Tuesday - Things were more fraught this morning!  We had arranged for Miss Bags to go to a friends house, and then onward to school with them after I had dropped The Wilburbeast at nursery, but I had an early morning text message saying that he was ill!  Love her, my friend said she would still take Miss Bags in for me as her husband was at home, but I didn't want to put her out.  So we had a wee last minute replan, where I would drop The Wilburbeast at nursery, then head to work, Crummy Hubby would grab Miss Bags in the car park , and then head to school and onwards to his hospital appointment. Phew.  Crummy Hubby goes to work at 7. I'm just about to get in the shower, when The Wilburbeast wakes up and yells for Daddy.  He chucks a strop because not only am I not Daddy but  I am also not dressed.  He won't get up until I have my pyjamas back on.  A towel just won't cut it.  At this point, my alarm had gone off... so The Wilburbeast is yelling, Miss Bags is getting dressed, the shower is running, BBC Breakfast is blaring, my radio alarm is playing merrily to itself and my phone is beeping.  Not such a relaxed atmosphere this morning!  Back in my pyjamas, I get The Wilburbeast up and sort him out with milk and breakfast.  Miss Bags is breakfasting, and I can shower in peace!  I am mentally congratulating myself (high-fives all round!) on being so prepared and getting all the bags and stuff in the car the night before and running through a list of things I need to do..... OK, so all I have to do is get The Wilburbeast dressed and get all the children in the car, and leave.  I’m just allowing myself a wee few minutes respite when suddenly....  “Oh shit,  he needs lunch!”  Now I have NO IDEA what The Wilburbeast has for lunch at nursery, I never make his lunch.  I know it will revolve around a butter sandwich but what else?  I had to text  Crummy Hubby.  Finally, everyone made it to where they needed to be!
 
Wednesday – well this was OK, because Crummy Hubby was at home to help with all the morning hysteria.  Phew.
 
Thursday – I was more organised this morning. I was however, foiled by the Infant School and their failure to open the door at 08:45 for drop off.  Don’t they know I have to be at work for 9!  Those extra few minutes in the morning really do count at rush hour!  It then took me 30 minutes to battle across the traffic to work, a journey that usually takes 15 min, tops.  I guess I am spoiled by the fact that I miss all the traffic starting at 7.
 
Friday – this was the day that the wheels finally came off!  All I had to do was get The Wilburbeast to his friend’s house by 08:15, and get Miss Bags to school.  I pre-empted the “No, I SAID DADDY!” hysteria by leaving The Wilburbeast to his own devices while I showered, and once he’d calmed down, he went downstairs and had milk.  Despite getting Universal Free School meals at Infant School, Miss Bags has decided she hates their chips and wanted a packed lunch.  Crummy Hubby had pre-empted that and already made her sandwich, so all I had to do was sling it in the lunchbox.  We’d packed  football kit, and a wee bag of clothes for The Wilburbeast the night before, so it should have been just a case of all getting in the car.  How wrong I was…. I spent an inordinate amount of time running up and down the stairs getting jumpers, locating GymTots T-shirts, and looking for various members of the cast of Cars.  In fact, there was SO much chaos, Miss Bags declared she was worn out just watching me....!  (While standing there at 07:55 in her PYJAMAS! - just bloody get dressed will you!)
 
  • I forgot to turn the TV off
  • I forgot to give the weans breakfast (The Wilburbeast had a pancake in the car, and not-so Crummy Hubby had thankfully given Miss Bags cereal)
  • I forgot to implore the weans to clean their teeth (so they didn't!)
  • I didn’t do Chloe’s hair before I left  (thus requiring  another mad dash upstairs for a brush and a bobble)
  • I forgot The Wilburbeast’s coat……  Guess what – it rained! 
 
On top of all that, Miss Bags spent the journey to school listing my shortcomings for that morning (see above), and she and The Wilburbeast have decided that I am rubbish in the morning and they want Daddy back because he is more organised  (I’m funnier apparently though!)
 
I'm looking forward to next week when normal service will be resumed…..
 

Monday, 18 May 2015

Birthday Cake Madness.....

The middle of March to the middle of May is filled with 3/4 of the birthdays in the Crummy household. In fact, with his birthday finishing 3 minutes before Miss Bags was born the day after; poor Crummy Hubby often is overlooked on his birthday!



So, the birthday run starts with Crummy Hubby and then Miss Bags, followed 9 weeks later by The Wilburbeast.


Crummy Hubby had a meal out. Mexican and cocktails.  No cake.  No Party.


Miss Bags had a gymnastics party, complete with the European Sandwich Mountain (I always over cater... Never let it be said you leave my house/party hungry!) and a Captain America cake.




Who would have thought, 6 years ago when I made and iced my very first birthday cake, it would become a "thing"?  A thing that takes meticulous planning and thought, and keeps my overactive brain occupied from mid-Feb till mid-May. A thing that takes hours of research; I tell you, Pinterest is s wonderful place. A thing that requires food coloring stained hands and icing sugar dust all over the kitchen. And a thing that means I have to ask Mum to use her oven and promise not to make a big mess (as is my wont) ...


The Wilburbeast had a Bouncy Castle party in the garden, and he wanted a Buzz Lightyear cake. Now, he meant a 3-D cake extravaganza, I had a more modest design in mind. My good friend Jo drew Buzz for me, and also traced it on to tracing paper. I used the tracing paper design to cut out icing shapes and create Buzz himself. 






I think it worked.... While it wasn't the life size Disney creation out of Madeira cake and icing, that The Wilburbeast wanted, he soon came round.  Mind you he was too busy bouncing on the bouncy castle with all his friends to pay the cake too  much attention.

I wonder what next year will bring...


Monday, 11 May 2015

There is no way to be a Perfect Mother....

.... but there are a million ways to be a good one.

On the Bank Holiday weekend in May 2015, I was watching with one eye on the news as we heard that Princess Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge had gone into labour.  It was great news when we heard that Princess Charlotte had been born on May 2nd.  As the 24 hour news channels made way for the story and gave it almost wall to wall coverage despite there being only 5 days left before a General Election, I had a sinking feeling.  A sinking feeling for Kate...  Not only did she have to go through pregnancy in the public eye, but also battle hyperemesisand now even after the great news that she had safely given birth the media were still camped on her doorstep.

I was amazed then, but not entirely surprised, when she appeared outside the Lindo Wing looking like she had just stepped out of a Spa Hotel after a weekend of pampering instead of a woman who had given birth a mere 10 hours ago.  At first I felt sorry.  Sorry that her first hours with Charlotte and William had been marred by the constant pressure to appear in public, conscious that when she did appear in public she would have to be, well, PERFECT.  Imagine the scene, Kate appears on the steps of the Lindo Wing in winceyette PJs, in her Ugg boots.  Hair scraped back, with a slightly crazed look in her eye she leans against William who is carrying Charlotte - because after pushing out an 8lb baby who has the strength to carry one! Sounds more like you & I right?  But would Kate have wanted to face the media like that?  Now, I am not daft.  I know that Kate knew when she married into the Royal Family she knew that with it came a degree of celebrity; and that her life would be played out on the world's stage; but surely she could have been allowed more than 10 hours of peace!??  

Once my indignation on the part of Kate, William and Baby Charlotte passed I had a far more sobering thought.

What about all the other women who had just given birth that day?

In fact, what about just about everyone else who has ever, or will ever give birth?  What about the women who were tired, sore and generally feeling like they had been knocked sideways?  The women who have that scraped back hair, the winceyette pjs and the crazed look.  The women who, with their bodies a sea of raging pregnancy hormones, often feel like everyone else is coping better than them; even though if they just talked about it they would see that other mothers feel exactly the same.  Confronted with the fairy-tale image of Kate, William and Charlotte it's no wonder we feel inadequate.  None of this is their fault though, Kate will have had a veritable army of people traipsing into her delivery room doing her hair and her make up to create the image that society demands.... and the media will be peddling the myth that motherhood is easy.

You're never really ready to have a baby, never "grown-up enough", "financially secure enough" or "prepared enough"  Having a baby is a game -changer; it's life shattering (in a good way!) and the pieces that go back together all fit slightly differently than before.  The responsibility of having a newborn who is entirely dependent upon you is huge; not only that but society heaps a load more pressure on top of new mums.  There are loads of dos and do nots, and must haves; and as new mums we must process all this information through the fog of sleep deprivation and while pondering the mystery of why our bodies haven't snapped back to our pre-pregnancy shape! I am sure it's not just women who feel like this either, I am sure that William would have loved for Kate to have had a few more hours rest before they felt they "had" to face the world.  I am sure that new Dads the world over are plagued with the same doubts as new Mums.

I don't mind telling you that for me, motherhood is not effortless.  It's the best, most rewarding job  job I have EVER had, but my goodness it's the hardest. 

In the Crummy household, we are survivors.  We've come out of the other side of Post Natal Depression. I say "we" because although I was the one diagnosed with PND, and while it was me living with the guilt, the self-doubt and the feeling that I wasn't doing this very well, my wee family were also affected. I was one of the lucky ones.  I had a great support network of friends who I was able to confide in, a supportive family and a husband who looked after me.  I had a midwife, Health Visitor and GP who understood what was happening, and who helped me overcome it.  Without that support I can't say what would have happened.  I may have overcome it myself, I may not.  I can say one thing for sure that talking about your feelings, your fears and worries helps.  You know you are not alone, you discover that other people are feeling or have felt the same way.  You work out what are normal post-natal feelings and what any be a cause for concern.  For me it was the control thing.... I am organised, a wee bit OCD and I like to be in control of my life.  Let me tell you,  with 2 children I have had to re-think my definition of "organised" and "control".  It is MUCH easier now Miss Bags and the Wilburbeast are older, but you try telling a sleeping newborn at 3am that its time for a feed (which you have dutifully set your alarm for, but the wee toerag hasn't stirred!), or that pooing as soon as your nappy is off is not the way we do things here!!

So, to the all the Mums reading this (and Dads too, because PND doesn't just affect women), if you need help - ask,. if you're worried or overwhelmed - talk to someone. Let's all be honest about how difficult being a parent can be.... .  Everyone struggles, but at least we have the luxury of hunkering down in yesterday's clothes, with a giant bar of Dairy Milk, cuddling our children and watching TV in private.


Monday, 27 April 2015

Return to the blogosphere

It's over a year since I last blogged.  It just kind of fell out of the routine of things.  I had work issues and time issues (and probably more issues than I care to admit!), but I find blogging - and getting things "out there" cathartic and I really enjoy writing.


I love following other blogs, Mummy Blogs (mlogs?!), Techie Blogs, Crafty Blogs, Foodie Blogs... and you can see I have updated my links to Blogs I Love.  I'm inspired by other blogs such as The Unmumsy Mum, and the ones on Scary Mommy.  More recently a friend of mine who has 8 month old twins, and two other gorgeous children has started a blog.... you can catch her at reallifemammy.  Reading her words reminded me that I have a blog that has been untouched and unloved for a year or more.


I'm going to make a return to the blogosphere.


Watch this space.

Wednesday, 26 February 2014

Spring has sprung!

Well it has in my house anyway! I've finished my Attic24 inspired Spring Wreath....


From its humble beginnings... 

To the first flowers:  

Via a stint as interesting headwear... 
It's finally finished..... 

Shall we have another look??
I LOVE IT



I've had so much fun making this one.... Searching for patterns for flowers and hearts and crocheting them all in a beautiful riot of Spring colour! 

The wool I used is Stylecraft Special DK in the following colours:

Lipstick
Fondant
Pale Rose
Raspberry
Citron
Spring Green
Wisteria
Cream
Aster
Meadow
Lemon
Saffron
Magenta
Violet

I hooked it all up on 3mm, 3.5mm and 4mm hooks.

The patterns I used are here:

http://www.rosecottagecrafts.com/product-tag/pansy/  (use the Free Download)
http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/crochet-daffodil.html
http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/japanese-quince-flower.html
http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/may-roses.html
http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/teeny-tiny-flowers.html
http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/teeny-tiny-hearts.html
http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/daisy-chain-kit

Tuesday, 25 February 2014

unravel 2014

So, my gorgeous friend Emily and I went to unravel 2014 at the Farnham Maltings on Sunday....


The weather was overcast, and if I'm totally honest bloomin' freezing... But no matter..... We were indoors! With lots and lots of yarn, buttons, hooky things, more yarn, and even more lovely things we hadn't considered!

After getting very large coffees we entered the marketplace... There was a collective gasp of appreciation at what lay before us.... 

We saw some fabulous things.... Check out this beautiful crochet blanket? Maybe it's too beautiful to be used as a blanket (especially in a household where The Wilburbeast lives) maybe it's a wall hanging... Either way it's truly awe-inspiring! 





Tucked away in a room bearing this sign:there were a lot of lovely people demonstrating their lovely crafts and skills.  Emily spoke to a lovely lady who was spinning yarn using a drop spindle. Emily had a go and was given a piece of her very own spun yarn and a recommendation to seek out the drop spindle kits by Hilltop Cloud....

We dutifully sought out Hilltop Cloud, and met Katie... She was lovely and explained about learning to spin... She even convinced me to try it and I too came away with a Learn To Spin kit! Ems and I are getting together for a spinning evening - watch this space!

Also on our yarny meanderings around unravel we met the lovely Sparkleduck who introduced us to hand dyed baby camel yarn (always baby camel apparently because who wants to shear a fully grown one?!) and while I was tempted by baby camel I totally fell in love with the sea cell and silk mix in a gorgeous blue called Bluebell, shamelessly inspired by Sparkleduck's own display of lighter than air shawls and wraps... I feel a shawl coming on.....!

We also stumbled upon the easyknits stall.... Wow. Just wow. Lovely, colourful, beautiful yarns in wonderful Technicolour with names like Cocktails at Dusk, Goblin Bath and Frozen Heart... I'm amazed we only came away with one skein each.... Especially after the very nice gentleman, (whom I later learned was Jon Dunn-Ballam after perusing the easyknits website) on the stall was knitting on a circular needle and telling us all about his daschund who would be getting treats bought with some of the proceeds from the day's sales.

We swung by the "Best In Show" display.... Saw some fab illusion knitting, and a winning crochet vest by a 12 year old (crochet is not just for grannies!)

We wandered back through the demonstration area, and saw the winner of the Best In Show (Miss Crochet Vest) casually spinning yarn on a wheel!!! She's definitely cool.... I bet she does Art and Textiles at school when she's older! 

Crummy hubby better think himself lucky that we do not have room for a wheel! 

My beauteous bounty from unravel:

Saturday, 8 February 2014

Pre-School Days are here again…



Well, the day has finally come.  The Wilburbeast (the youngest member of the Crummy Family) starts pre-school.  He is too SMALL, he is my wee bundle of boyness, my BABY. 

I felt the same wrench when Miss Bags started pre-school too – oh how I missed her on my days off,  those sleepy mid-afternoon snuggles, playing in the garden all day, the house filled with her incessant chatter;  but I knew that The Wilburbeast was on his way.  Whilst I had no idea what pre-school entailed, how she would feel or how I would feel; and that scared me – Miss Bags wasn’t my youngest.  I would still have a baby at home.

Now however, The Wilburbeast IS my youngest.  I have none of those pre-school newness worries!  The pre-school we have chosen is the same one Miss Bags went to – with many of the same staff.  It’s a fabulous pre-school and I know he will be very happy there.  But he is my BABY.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to seeing him grow as an individual, develop his personality and make his own friends.  I can’t wait for the first splodgy painting, and first wobbly tracing of his name. But he is still my BABY!

I guess this is more about ME and less about The Wilburbeast.  I’ll miss him laughing at me when I weigh the veg in Sainsburys, and ticklefighting, and puddle jumping, his mess and his chat… I’ll miss him the same way I missed Miss Bags, and I’ll revel in his growth and development the same way I do hers, in a glow of proud parentage…  but part of me will be sad because my babies are growing up and we have decided not to have any more.  I know in my head that decision is right for us as a family, but I’m not quite ready to admit it to my heart yet….

Saturday, 1 February 2014

Six Nations Fever

Never has a household been so polarised as the Crummy Household during the 6 Nations…

 

Crummy Hubby, being a proud Scot, supports Scotland.  Me, I support Wales, as does my Mum.  Dad – well, he’s England all the way…. The kids? Who knows!?  I guess we’ll let them make their minds up!  Miss Bags swings wildly from “the red ones – like Mummy!” to “the green ones cos that is my favourite color!”  The Wilburbeast will cheer every time someone else does, although he does leave the room when I sing along to Hen Wlad FyNhadhau – “No Mummy, No SINGING!”

 

This year’s tournament opened today at the Millennium Stadium in Cardiff where Wales began the defence of their 2013 Six Nations Championship title by taking on Gli Azzurri (Italy). I didn't get to watch it due to an unscheduled visit to the hospital with Miss Bags and a gammy hip, but I'm pleased to report they won 23-15....C’mon boys!



Wednesday, 29 January 2014

2014 in the Crummy House

Well, it has take me five weeks (!) to FINALLY get back in the swing of things after Christmas.  Christmas was (as always) a lovely time in our house... Full of love and warmth and cheer... And lots and lots of FOOD! My mother over catered before me, her mother over catered before her... You get the picture!

Here is a wee taster of our Christmas Celebrations.... 


And I got to have my very own Attic24 Ta-Dah! moment.... I made a crochet Christmas wreath:


All kudos totally goes to Lucy at Attic24 for her inspirational blog and her wonderful crochet ideas! If you haven't already, do pop over and see her in the Attic, I promise you'll love it! I can honestly say I wouldn't be able to crochet without her expert tutorials!

Anyhoo - enough looking back! Onwards to 2014, which as I type is 1/12th over already!!

2014 is shaping up to be a great year in the Crummy House...  Future milestones include (more about these in upcoming posts I expect!):

  • The Six Nations starts at the weekend! (a wee bit of friendly rivalry never hurt anyone!)
  • The Wilburbeast starts pre-school (he's too SMALL!)
  • Miss Bags turns 6 in March (I have birthday party angst already!)
  • The Wilburbeast turns 3 in May.
  • We are going to the Commonwealth Games on Glasgow in July.
  • We are off on out holidays to Portugal in August.
  • I'm going on a girlie road trip to Yarndale 2014 with some of my besties!

Hope 2014 is being good to you too xxx

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Stir It Up Sunday

Ok so I know Stir It Up Sunday is traditionally for Christmas Pud, but I thought I'd make my mincemeat today....

I use Delia's recipe... You can't go wrong with a bit of Delia.  Except I don't use the almonds; I replace them with Glacé Cherries. So yesterday, we had this: 


I left it overnight in the Laundry Room (no radiator in there so nice and cool).  This morning I put it in a barely warm oven and left it.

3 hours later we had this:


I left it to cool completely, as suggested by Queen Delia in her recipe, before stirring in the brandy and dividing between sterilised jars.


Miss Bags and I will make our mincers later in December....  Watch this space!

Happy Stir It Up Sunday to you... I hope all your wishes come true....! xx

For Delia's recipe see here: 
http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/main-ingredient/mincemeat/home-made-christmas-mincemeat.html

Thursday, 21 November 2013

(Today) I'm Obsessed with....

Neal’s Yard Remedies Mascara

Neal’s Yard Remedies of swanky blue bottles, Covent Garden, and Organic products fame have released a Mascara!!! 

It’s certified by the Soil Association and is 78% Organic.  It contains coconut oil, argan oil, aloe vera, white tea extract and other yummy natural ingredients to help nourish and condition your lashes.


I got mine at the weekend, its so lovely.  It glides on easily, the smooth silver packaging is beautiful and the SMELL!  Oh the smell is gorgeous!  I HATE the overly chemical, synthetic smells of mascaras – so this one is a real treat!  It gives me natural  lengthening and a natural curl to my lashes, and its BLACK!  It stays on all day, and comes off easily with eye make up remover.  I love it!  LOVE, LOVE, LOVE IT!


Did I also mention that Neal’s Yard Remedies have a whole cosmetics range that is Soil Association Certified?  Well, they DO!  The lipsticks and lip glosses in particular are fabulous…. Conditioning like lip balm, and flavoured with Organic Sweet Orange Peel Oil they taste like orange smarties!!!!!!

**I should mention that I have not received anything from Neal’s Yard Remedies for writing about their mascara or lip products.  I am however an Independent NYROrganic Consultant, and I do sell the products to family and friends.**

Thursday, 7 November 2013

The Haunted Castle



It was Hallowe’en last week and for Miss Bags that meant one thing – a trip to the Haunted Castle.



We had been previously in October 2012, and she enjoyed it so much that when we asked her if she’d like to go this year she was beside herself with excitement.  The fact that she had a Hallowe’en party on the same day and that meant travelling to Warwick later with Daddy and she got to go to McDonald's as well was just the icing on the cake!



We stayed at our usual haunt (you see what I did there!) the Holiday Inn Express at Warwick. A no-frills hotel perfect for what we wanted which was somewhere to sleep (and I use that term very loosely with two weans in the same room) after a busy day at the Castle.  It’s safe to say that sleeping in a family room with two children and a sofabed is not for the faint hearted.  Miss Bags and the Wilburbeast decided to treat us to an impromptu Disco Dancing Display at 10pm, that involved bouncing on the sofabed and shrieking!  Nonna and Pops, on their way back to their room after spending time in the bar (not all jealous!) could hear the racket!  In our defence, ours were not the only children in the hotel and were by no means the noisiest/rudest/most badly behaved (delete as appropriate!)  On that note – why do some parents, when they are out in public with their children, steadfastly refuse to deal with or even acknowledge their offspring’s vile behaviour?!



The day at the castle was brilliant… lots to see and do for everyone… Miss Bags painted her own shield, and tried her hand at archery.  Wilburbeast watched the Birds Of Prey display, got scared by the wandering plague victims and generally ran about falling over in the mud a lot.  They ate ice creams, bought lightsabers and swords; and ran through the Haunted Hollows with glee!  We climbed up the ramparts and saw parts of the castle newly opened to the public, and I thoroughly enjoyed re-visiting the Kingmaker exhibition, having watched the White Queen on the BBC over the summer.



We were lucky with the weather and I feel like I have spent the whole weekend eating!  I’ve put on 3lb…. whoops!  Back to eating sensibly I think!

Miss Bags was very upset that her best good friend Bob was not at Warwick Castle this weekend.  So much so, she decided to write to Warwick Castle to tell them of her disappointment.  I dutifully mailed it today,  with a covering letter of my own, so we will see if they reply to her letter!


 
Bob.....!