Category: carer

Strange times

My beautiful pictureOn a whim, just before the summer holidays, I contacted a very wise former colleague and asked about getting back into governance.

I used to work for a number of different schools as what we call here the Clerk to the Governors.  When I finished at my last job, days seemed incredibly dark for a variety of reasons I won’t go in to here but as a result my confidence was at an all time low.

Over the last few years I have tried to learn to cope better with John’s illness and the stresses and strains that life has thrown our way, not always successfully.  I am learning to be kinder to myself and my quilting and handmade things have given me a new confidence.  Going to craft fairs and talking to people about what I do has helped me to understand the value of my abilities in a kinds of different parts of my life.

This week has done that too: an unexpected opportunity from an unlikely (I thought) source has made me see that I do have value to others beyond my front door.  I will try to remember this when stress rears its ugly head again.

I will continue to run Love Quilts and to make the things I love,; I haven’t stopped being a carer, the work I do can largely be done from home. I’m sure non of this will increase the frequency with which I update my blog!



I started this post way back at the end of August but about half way through discussing how Autumnal it felt for the end of August, WordPress ate my words and refused to spit them back out.  It has taken me nearly a month to come back and finish what I started.

In news, I have been having a sort of artisan birth – I would say rebirth but my craft efforts up to now have been more cack-handed than hand crafted; perhaps all this time on my hands has done me some good.  I thought about using my creative side to make food for a living but a certain number of errant cats, dog and poorly husband mean it is not a practical solution unless I have separate premises which will never happen; crafting things uses almost the same (metaphorical) muscles but is not health inspected (as far as I’m aware!!)

So that is what I’m doing, along with the Phoenix stuff.  I received a lovely commission for a special set of notelets and I hope the lady will be delighted, they are not quite finished but I already am delighted – just waiting for the box to arrive but the label is done and dusted (ever so slightly with gold embossing powder – it sounds gopping but really isn’t).  Pics will follow.  She has also kindly asked to buy one of these, below:

Infact she almost bit my hand off.  I do hope she is pleased.  My craftiness has seen me teach myself to crochet, largely inspired by the fantastic work of Lucy over at Attic 24.  My efforts are not quite to her standard yet but perhaps one day, I will make something other than a bile yellow face cloth – yay me.  Pictures may follow but only once I have got beyond the dishcloth stage.

Knitting and sewing continue as usual although I have actually finished more things than usual which is a good thing.

In other news Arty Daughter has made the trek to Bath to take up her place on the Fine Art degree and Surrealo son has been appearing in the vicinity of Nick Clegg’s left elbow (there must be some freudian meaning there).

In really other news I have started tweeting, not very well, and have made some twitter friends with blogs.  Hello to Weekly Bakeoff and Holly.  I really do bake; the evidence is somewhere down below.  The German Apple Cake I will try to find a recipe for and post here.

Cards and gifts can be found here and here; trying to work out which is easier to use.

>Summer lovin’


I must admit to not being a big fan of heat but long days of blue skies and sunshine, drying washing on the line and having the windows open all day and all night kind of make up for it.

It’s a month since John had stroke number 4 – the hospital have sort have decided that he may have a problem in the vessels in his brain – no shit sherlock. We have made some major lifestyle changes and we are both (apparently) looking if not feeling better for it.

Twenty five years ago on Monday, I joined the Wrens. I was so excited I could have popped. I met some amazing girls, who have, I have recently rediscovered, turned into clever, funny women.

Things are changing once more. Arty daughter is returning to being arty in September, surrealo son is loved up and organising things for people who like yellow, and the two year old genius is now eight. “The artist” is not arting at the moment but concentrating on not having any more brain storms and I am helping him get there. His beautiful pictures like the one above are featuring here. Expectations are being managed; the living is, as the song says, easy.

We are on the move again. The estate is being demolished and hopefully we will get a lovely new house out of it. You have to take, I have learnt, comfort where you can. You have to ac-sen-choo-ate the positive, for life and the way we live it is a fragile, transient thing.

I’m about ready to put my brain back into gear. I thought a spot of light reading might be in order, so if you don’t spot me wasting countles hours clogging your feed with my latest achievement in some distraction that purports to be a game, you’ll know where I am.

This afternoon we are intending to have a barbecue on our new oildrum barbecue, that’s if the weather holds. The rain will come again but for now I’ll just make hay.