to have a lung/chest infection and not know it. Its seems that my breathlessness, rib pain and general crappy feeling wasn't just normal pregnancy discomfort, but an actual infection that I may have been harbouring for weeks. So its bed rest and antibiotics for me...neither things I agree to lightly.
And so, if you are looking for me, I will be upstairs with this
finishing this
Or when a small boy does not want to put his shoes/socks/coat on, every morning.
Or dealing with the third or fourth tantrum before lunchtime.
Her
mother was a racer and her father was a Cadillac. My girl takes after
her mother in shape and her father in size. Her smooth ride more than
makes up for her heftiness and slow start.
Bike-riding men drool over her curvy frame and wide seat. From her
bell to her lamp hook to her spokes and frame, she is 100% authentic.
Bessie, the 1950 Raleigh 3 Speed bicycle, found her way to me a few years ago. I had cast my wish for an old-school bike out into the universe and that call was answered a few days later by a lovely woman on freecycle. Bessie and I have toured around the rolling hills and villages of Berkshire and across the Carse of Stirling. She has been my commuting transport, my grocery hauler, my lazy sunday ride to a cafe, my conversation piece.
Her expansive backside won't hold standard child bike seats. Only one of the 3 gears works and her brakes only work some of the time. She is old. Maybe should be retired. But she is mine.
Well, I seem to be unable to do anything at the minute. I have been up since 4, and have achieved NOTHING! But worse than that, I have caused complete carnage with everything I have done. No really.
1. I waxed my own eyebrows. I don't need to say anything else other than, do not expect any pictures of my face for about 6 weeks. If I do see you in person, no, I am not giving you a quizzical look.
2. I have sustained a catalogue of injuries, including, but not limited to: hitting my head on the corner of the kitchen table, stabbing a fork into my forearm, burning myself on the stove, having a door slammed into my back, pulling a muscle in my neck and discovering a huge bruise on my thigh...that was all before 11am.
3. I tried to make a gorgeous bag, based on the design of the art tote I made. Well, to say that I messed it up would be an understatement. My sewing machine and I are no longer on speaking terms and while yes, it MAY have been my fault, Fred (the sewing machine) wasn't being helpful. He sustained a slew of abusive language and is now sitting in the corner.
4. So, I decided to fuse some plastic bags. However, I forgot to turn down the heat setting and it was still on linen from the first bag and it completely shredded the bags. It was tesco soup, all over my ironing board...lovely. We don't use many plastic bags, so I couldn't retry. I did consider ordering my next grocery shop with bags, but that really defeats the purpose of green crafting, hey?
5. I have been meticulously uploading the archives from the old site and I lost and will have to re upload about 15 posts. It is so mind-numbingly boring that I may have to wait. I am up to July of last year, which isn't bad.
6. After all of that, I decided to put on my wellies and try to tidy up the garden. as I was walking outside, I stepped on a dead mouse that the cats brought me. "Eeew!" is not nearly comprehensive enough.
I am going to go upstairs for a restart, put on the bath, make a cup of tea and dig into one of these:
It seems that today is not my day for doing, so I may have to concentrate on being.
(sorry the pictures are worse than usual, Kev took my camera!)
So, reading the last few posts, I realise how negative they all sound, so here are some random thoughts from the last few days:
1. On my way into work yesterday morning, I started composing a poem to my washing machine (if Ktae Bush can do it, why can't I). It seems my poetic skills aren't very good and I only got as far as:
Washing Machine, Washing Machine
Your make my dirty laundry so clean
You are 20 years old and smell of mould
But to get a new model'd be obscene
Don't worry. I am not giving up my day job
2. Ellis is convinced that choo choos go in the sky. He will not be told otherwise. I have yet to meet the person who can argue successfully with a two year old. As an aside, apparently when I was 2, I used to argue with my oldest brother who is 11 years older than I am. T is logical and persuasive, but I am stubborn and he used to give up in frustration. I am beginning to understand...
3. I think I have to give up red wine (sob, sob). If I have so much as a glass these days, I wake up feeling sick. Someone may as well cut off my left arm.
4. we tried taking a "fun family foto" last night. This is what we came up with:
