Lost day.

The other day I was listening to a podcast and the narrator was speaking about how she'd been sick in bed for the last few days and really enjoyed it. How she'd woken up each morning relieved that she was still sick enough to stay in bed. She spoke of how the household activities had moved on all around her and of how much knitting she'd gotten done.

I imagined her sitting in a bed with freshly laundered sheets, propped up on a mountain of plump, matching cushions, in a light and airy room with no piles of books or laundry to be seen.

I imagined that if I myself were to fall sick for a few days that I might enjoy it and get lots of knitting done too.

And sure enough, someone out there was listening and my wish came true.

Yesterday morning I woke up feeling disgusting. I got up and helped the big girls get ready for school and after they'd gone, I crawled back into bed. But it was anything but enjoyable. My body ached and I was shivering cold. Knitting, reading or even watching a movie were out of the question. All I could do was lie under the covers and hope for it to pass soon.

My Farmer Boy brought me cups of tea and heated up the hot pack but I worried about the load of laundry still wet in the machine from the night before, about the berries and plums needing to be jammed before they got mouldy, about pantry shelves that needed to be stocked, about dinner, about the crumbs in my bed and the wet towels on the bathroom floor. Really I was worried about all the things I was meant to do that day that would have to be done the next.

All in all it really wasn't the kind of day I would wish for again in a hurry. Or maybe next time I could be prepared with a kitchen full of food, dinner in the freezer, clean sheets and a neat and tidy house. Maybe I could organise for the girls to be picked up from school and ferried around to all their activities. Maybe my kids might be understanding and sympathetic and stroke my head and bring me the heat wheat...

But being sick certainly ain't all sitting up in bed knitting that's for sure. I did not, could not knit one stitch the entire day.

This morning I've woken up feeling about 75% better, but there's no way known I'm staying in bed again. I've got berries softening on the stove, a cake in the oven, my second load of laundry in the machine and a berry tea party to attend with Miss Pepper.

So how about you, do you get to be sick and enjoy the midday movie occasionally? Does the world keep moving around you or does it stop and mount up and wait for you to get out of bed?

Whatever the case, I do hope you are well and healthy and happy this fine Tuesday and for many Tuesdays to come.

See ya. XX

grateful...

Grateful...

...for lazy Saturdays with no farmers' markets, that we live an hour and a half from Melbourne, for my Mum, for delicious new wool and the promise of new projects, for toasted sandwiches for lunch...

...for love heart lattes, that Miss Pepper only vomited once, that it stopped raining after 20mm, for plans to get outta here, for rocket that grows as you watch, for leafy green salads with lemon dressing, for blogging that gets it out of my head and onto the computer...

...for sleeves, for beautifully written and designed patterns, for knitting, for designers that reply to my queries with patience and compliments, for a new cardi that I cannot wait to cast off and wear, for your comments and emails and suggestions and gifts, for my editor, for quiet sister games that go on for hours, that you can't see the state of my hair today...

...for crochet, for sour plums, for my Farmer Boy and our girlies, for sunshine, for baths in the afternoon...

I hope you have yourself a long list of gratefuls too.

See ya. XX

Snatching moments...

My creative space...

...snatching moments...at school pick up...during snack time at bush kinder...waiting for dancing to finish...when they are asleep...when I should be asleep...

...hooking squares...

...dreaming about colour and pattern combinations...

...over locking edges...

...finally finishing a little dress and popping it in my shop...

...only ten rows left of the main part of my cardi...then the sleeves...

Have a wonderful and creative Thursday...

Tangled up.

I walk past this tangled mess of yarn about 50 times a day. It sits on top of the filing cabinet that is just outside our sewing room/office.

Sometimes I walk past it and think if only I had the time...sometimes I think I should chuck it out with the rest of the clutter, sometimes I think what a waste of something so gorgeous, sometimes I remember the day I bought it many years ago at the Daylesford market and the dreams of crocheting a vest, sometimes I ignore it and sometimes I pull it down and try to find an end and then get distracted by something more pressing and give up on it.

Would you think I were a bit mad if I told you I feel a lot like this tangled skein of wool right now?

That I feel a bit tangled and messy and pulled in every direction.

My house is a mess and by brain is a mess right now.

Today I should take the washing off the line before it rains, fold and put away yesterday's laundry, bake some bread, make the pizza dough for dinner and something delicious for afternoon tea, plant out the gazillion onion seedlings, strip and make some beds, mow the back garden, paint the caravan cupboard doors, pick berries and make jam, find Jazzy's ballet gear, clean up my house, sort and move Pepper's clothes into her shelves, reply to my emails, weed the kitchen garden, do a food shop, return some calls...the list is endless.

The list is all confused because I am a work from home-stay at home Mum.

Work jobs versus home jobs. Its a never ending battle that fills my head.

And then just to complicate things further, there are the Mother issues.

Miss Pepper, my third child, my baby. I want to indulge her and breathe her in and savour her because our time alone together will fly away. But there is so much I need to get done before the big girls get home from school and my working day ends. Sometimes we play but most often I find myself making a game out of something that needs to be crossed off my list.

And lastly there is the stuff I want to do. I want to sew and knit and print and crochet and draw. I want to fill all our wardrobes with Mama made sundresses and pants and pyjamas and make some for my shop and the present drawer. I want to give in to the itch to create. I want to feel inspired.

I am so consumed with questions and recipes and solutions and possibilities and my hands have blackberry splinters in them from days ago and I wonder if there is any such thing as a woman who watches daytime television without any guilt and I've written this all out to see if it helps and makes sense of it but I'm not sure if it does and its time to go and do something and I wonder if you can relate or if you think its all a bit crazy...a bit messy...I'm not sure if I'd have it any other way though...would I?

See ya.

Today so far...

Today I woke up wishing it were still the weekend, we were given lots of lovely cards about love from our girlies, I scrambled around for bits of underwear and uniform, I offended the eldest with a comment about her social life, I let the youngest wear shoes that are waaaaaaaay too big for her, I reminded the middle to remove her potions from the freezer to take to school,

I went for a walk with my boy, we did a pilates class and then met his parents for an early lunch in a court yard, I had a coffee and a lentil summer salad mmmm, I came home, I tidied up a bit and put some washing on, I read some emails, I gathered up the dress for a little girl to wear to a wedding and then I changed my mind and decided it wasn't quite right so I cut out some fabric and made another one, I sewed one of Wendy's divine little pockets on for treasure collecting,

I took a couple of photos of the dress and then came inside and decided I like the other one after all, I think I'll send her both and she can decide.

Soon the girls will be home, I'll bring the washing in and make lentil bolognese for dinner, then its craft night, a drink, a spot of knitting and a gossip and hopefully not too late a night.

Nice.

What are you up to?

I hope your Monday is a Funday. XX

Grateful.

This Saturday, as always, I am grateful for my Farmer Boy.

I am grateful for love.

I am a bit of a romantic. I believe there's someone out the for everyone. Some of us find our love earlier and some have to go on a bit of a journey to find them.

The first time I ever really remember meeting my Farmer Boy Bren we were at a dance party in the middle of the bush in about 1997. My sister and I were dressed up as Chuppa Chup (lolly pop) fairies. We were wearing enormous poufy tutus, tiaras, fairy wings, t'shirts that said insert coin and massive jars of Chuppa Chups we had fashioned into back packs on our backs. We were probably filthy too.

This gorgeous guy with long dreadlocks came up to us and sort looked at us all confused trying to work out how he could get himself a lolly and we ran away screaming about the best looking guy we had ever seen. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Luckily we met again a few days later at the prewedding party of a lovely mutual friend and the rest, as they say, is our history....and our present.

I know its mushy but I can't help myself today. I've had a bit of a difficult week and he's been with me the whole time, doing everything he can to help, look after and spoil me. He's my best friend, my team mate, my love.

Grateful doesn't even seem big enough to cover it.

Have a happy and loved up weekend folks.

ps. Thanks Em for the pic. XX

Some answers.

Happy Friday my friends!

I thought I'd round off my week and bring in the weekend with some answers to last Tuesday's wonderings.

Yesterday I suggested to Miss Pepper that she be the mum in a game of Mums and Dads. She was happy enough with the suggestion. So we started to play. Soon enough I realised that she had put on such a posh accent and every second word was daaarling or sweeeetie. This sent me on another spiral of wondering. Do I really sound like that? Do any of the mums she knows sound like that? Where is that coming from?

Farmer Bren's memorable food experience was something about a paddock to plate experience. About the joys of killing an animal he had raised and then cooking it (outside!) and feeding it to his kids. Eeeewwwww!!!

The lice? Well I've combed and combed but something tells me we ain't seen the end of them.

Apparently the masses of dragon flies flying around at the moment have everything to do with all the rain over the summer. That may be the case but I wonder what it means when a gazillion bees swarm and then land all together on the wisteria vine outside the carport? They smell like honey en masse like that too. Amazing.

I have never, not ever, gone back to sleep in the day since I've been a mother. Its just not in me to do so. There's just too much to do.

Our family's loved one is fine after his tests. We got the best results we could have hoped for. THANK YOU for your kind words and concern.

The silencer for the magimix? Who cares. What I really need is a silencer for my sewing machine. After sewing all that twill tape my head feels like it is going to explode. I think I need to invest in some noise canceling headphones so I can listen to that Never Not Knitting lady in peace.

The jury is out on the whole wholesome vs cool thing. I guess it depends on the crowd you hang out with.

Ten years olds are pretty sure they know everything but at least she came to me for advice on what to wear to casual day today. Maybe I am still cool in her eyes.

We bought five litres of the colour formerly known as Brittany to paint the inside of the caravan the other day. The next step is to rename it something spacious sounding and calm and soothing.

Halving a baking recipe seems to work for me most of the time as long as I am concentrating on the task at hand and not being distracted by plaits in the mixture or grubby hands trying to help me.

Meringues...piped vs spooned? Neither in this wet and humid weather. BUM!!!

So that's it folks, some answers and few more wonderings.

Its been a full on week this week at Foxs Lane. A lot of playing with Miss Pepper, a lot of preparing for market and not a lot of me time. I had huge expectations for the first week back at school. I was going to get so much done. Oh well, that'll just have to happen next week.

I wonder if you have found the answers to any of your questions this week?

I hope we all have a wonderful and happy weekend.

See ya. X