My Creative Space.

This week I would love to be the person with the beautiful studio that you walk into and are immediately spellbound by all of the colours and fabrics and amazing storage ideas but it is just not my lot right now. Hopefully one day I will have that space but at the moment, most of my creativy is still relegated between the couch and the kitchen table. It isn't a bad situation by any means because the couch is big and comfy and the kitchen table is close to, well the kitchen and all of the food that lives there. The fire place also burns warmly when I am downstairs and you have got to be warm to create. Cold hearts don't produce much, but with a warm one, the universe is yours for the making.

At the moment I am crocheting a scarf for my niece (her party is tomorrow) and this has coincided with my current obsession with pompoms. Thank goodness she is only five. Well, better do a bit of stitching and tail tucking. Can't wait to see all of the wonderful creative spaces over at Kirsty's this week. xxooxx

Hugo and the multi-coloured bunting.

Sometimes when a little boy has a cold and is at home on a day of birthday present making, you just have to get them involved, even, dare I say, pretend that they are a worker in your very own sweatshop. I am pleased to see he has inherited the sewing gene. Yes, I think I will keep him on the production line.

Hair clips and scarves and pompoms...

The face of this young person is obscured because even though they agreed to modelling the hairclip, I don't think he realises that it could be used against him in the future. He did say however, that it is very good at keeping hair out of eyes. So that's good.I was completely overcome by an ugent scarf making need after reading Vanessa's blog. I didn't have the time to make little circles so I just took the centre of the pattern I am using for the hexagon blanket and made big circles instead. Hugo sewed and I crocheted, very pleasant. And then suddenly I realised I needed pompoms, from the depths of my soul the cry reverberated. It turned out to be quite a large one so I think I might reduce my template size on the next one. I am still working out what this is for.

By the way, if you are thinking about getting coloured paper balls for light covers, just be prepared for the fact that the light which is thrown is completely bizarre. I felt like I was in one of those public bathrooms where the lighting is designed to repel people, or prevent them from finding their veins. Jonno took them down for me without a word of reproach. He does tend to let a scene play out.

Part of the family.

Don't you just love seeing the things you have made be absorbed into the house. Like the cushion that took many nights of crocheting sat upon as though it is the most essential piece in the house. I love it. And I love that the boys think it's a normal part of life. By the way, please excuse the tails poking out of the cushion, I just can't get around to sewing them all in, there just seem to be so many more interesting things to be doing... like starting a new cushion.

Balls of Light.

I went shopping with Hugo today to try and replace my favourite yellow mug which I dropped on our stony concrete floor. On being told there were no yellow mugs left, I took a deep breath, did not cry and boldly reached for the purple version. It does hold a good cup of tea but I am still not sure how I am handling the colour change - maybe I really am suffering from some sort of greedy for colour syndrome.
To get over this hurdle, we then bought 4 paper lanterns to go over our lights in the colours pink, red, blue and green. I will post more photos tomorrow but the house looked so atrocious, it seemed kinder not to inflict the whole room on everyone. It has been a good bit of medicine for the house though as it looks as if we are constantly in party mode. Being the end of winter, this is a very powerful magic.
Oh dear, I have just been thinking of the things I have been writing about in the last couple of days; eggs, mugs and lampshades. I will have to go and do something crazy and reintroduce a little pizazz to the blog, I won't murder anyone though, I am just not up for that.

Another Sunday and Back on the Lay...

Another Sunday over and its passing has been marked with soft boiled eggs and soldiers. The exciting part of the childrens' dinner is that the eggs are ours. That's right, our plump little araucanas are back on the lay, popping out their blue-green eggs again. Wahoooooo!!! I think my eyes bulged most unattractively when I went into the hen house. I am so used to just feeding them and walking away empty handed while they giggle and cluck behind my back.
Life is becoming a little easier again in the organisation stakes. Funnily enough, I think it is my involvement with the farm that is doing it. With much less time on my hands I am floating less through the day and achieving more in the snippets that I have. What a revelation. I even potted up a few plants today which felt like I had single-handedly sorted the planets into alignment. Keep in mind though that my being relatively busy day still allows for a good afternoon nap so I don't think it is quite the grown-up version of busy yet.

Now, I was going to do a post on Chewy, our ultra friendly pet dog/sheep (actually a Suffolk sheep) but I couldn't arrange any photos of him. He is so affectionate and tame that every time I go near him with a camera (dear me, I almost wrote camel), he snuggles into me and refuses to go back far enough so my lens will focus on him. Maybe if Jonno has a spare minute or two I will suggest a photo session down in the orchard. I hope he doesn't get the wrong idea...

By the way, I just want to thank Raglan Guld because in the quietened blogosphere of the weekend, she always has something interesting to say and something beautiful to show.

Flowers and crochet and all good things.

I went to the nursery today to stock up on a few plants. And now I have a lot of planting to do. The weekend has brought with it the kind of sunshine it usually reserves for the midweek and the boys have been running like drunken bees (we are perhaps, not the most co-ordinated of families but maybe it is an age thing and there is still an All Black just waiting to be discovered).

So I am thinking and doing gardeny things but my mind is kind of having an affair with something else because all I can think about it tonight and that basket of wool waiting for me. So much so that even the flowers are starting to look a little crocheted. Anybody else ever seem to have that problem?