Care package trays...

My mother-in-law came around the other day with this tray of love and baked goods. She certainly know how to cheer someone up. Thank you Maureen.

Funny things and good things.

Hugo has named him "Captain Doggy".
Even though he is only going to be with us for a little while.

Some wildly exciting plans for a suit left casually on the stairs.

I am still looking at all the good things around the house, trying to redirect my brain towards joy rather than world wide misery and destruction. I think it is actually working thank goodness 'cause I woke with a little bit of grumpiness hanging around the corners and I managed to banish it by thinking of things I would like to make, doing a tiny bit of yoga when I got out of bed and prioritising a few magical things for the day (that is why I am blogging so early).

Both boys are at home this morning, Archie is on the mend but still has a slight earache so the pompom box will make an appearance. I am thinking about making a pompom wreath for Christmas as a project with them so another good thing to raise the serotonin a notch.

I hope everybody else is scheduling a serotonin boost in their day too. xxooxxooxx.

p.s. The dog is the funny thing, not me just in case you were waiting for a funny story. Nothing funny going on here. We are all just sitting around seriously, thinking good things of course, but completely devoid of humour.

Happy Things.

Little doggy projects to be finished.
The crochet cushion Mum made for me.

My fabric stack showing a little bosom.

The paper lanterns over my desk.

Yesterday I drove my mama back to the airport and did the whole big goodbye. Emotions are so exhausting aren't they. So feeling a little low this morning, I wondered around the house cataloguing my favourite things with the camera. Oddly enough, I now feel as though I can breathe a little bit deeper and my soul is resting a little lighter.

Spring has flung wide her arms and is snaking her scents of blossom, fresh grass and bluebells through the open doors. Archie is beside the table sprawled on a beanbag (with a very sore ear) snapping pieces of mobilo together. As for Hugo, he is no doubt, soaked with a gritty mixture of sand and water at his pre-school. All in all, these things are good and I am going to give them free rein in my head today, let them gain a bit of dominance over the forces of grey.

Knitting, crochet and love.

There is nothing like seeing your mum start a new project...

And then see a little boy join in...
Who then manoeuvres on to her knee....

To bask in a mixture of yarn, love and sunshine.

A mother at my table.

My mum is really, really, really here. AND we have been doing lots of crafty things together including a trip to the bead shop and lots and lots and lots of crochet which has been very therapeutic considering that two little boys have been sick and very cranky and needing lots of support and encouragement to make it through the day. So disappointing though because of course, with a grandmother living overseas, you want your children to be in top form. Thankfully she has had a few children herself and understands the whole deal - and completely adores her grandsons no matter what health she finds them in.

Back!!

There has been a lot of cake eating (thanks to my mother-in-law, the marvellous and magical Maureen).

And lots of crocheting...

But most of all, lots and lots of sitting and chatting since Mum and I have been back in Tauranga. Still a bit tuckered out but definitely filled with the glow of having a mini holiday in Christchurch. Off to bed. So nice to be back. Kisses and hugs xxooxxooxx.

Time for a little jaunt.

Tomorrow will be a big adventure. I am setting off all by myself and flying down to the South Island to stay with my brother and see my Mama. And then when my brother is not looking, I am going to secretly mumnap her and bring her back up to North Island. Sneaky-like... The boys are bursting at the seams to see their 'Gaga' and so, are very happy for me to be holidaying without them for a couple of days. I can't wait to be up in the air with my feet up(ish) and a really, really trashy magazine. There just seems to be so many things to do before I go though, like make sure I really did organise someone to look after the boys for me and switch off the iron and not the freezer. Uh oh, I had better go and check again. See you soon. xxooxxooxxooxx