Remember me

It feels like it's been so long since I've written anything, but it's really only been a few days. I've no real concept of time passing at the minute to be honest, any routine we had is long gone what the school holidays and what have you.

I have no more news about my dad at the minute. We're still waiting for his assessment appointment, which should have been today but wasn't so it may now be next Tuesday. He needs to have the assessment before the operation and although he seems to be fine his doctor is concerned at the length of time he's having to wait because he's still losing quite a bit of blood.

We've been very patient so far but unfortunately it seems that rather than patients being seen in order of most urgent, it seems to be more a case of who pisses off the hospital staff the most and causes them the most headaches, so we'll try that for a bit and see how it goes.

I've been keeping myself pretty busy as usual between mucking about with Chloe and work, I've had a few commissions in the past week or so, though I'm fairly up to date in that I'm down to one remaining current commission and I've just taken a new one as well, so that will keep me occupied for a while.

My lovely husband who claims that he is not influenced by anything he watches on tv, saw a report on said goggle box yesterday stating the incredibly concerning fact that 1 in 10 children don't know that a conker comes from a horse-chestnut tree. When I was a kid conkers came from conker trees and were promptly hung on the end of the sturdiest shoe lace to be found in the house, usually from one of dad's work boots and I turned out all right.

For the record our primary school was also surrounded by "helicopter trees" and were referred to as such by the pupils and the teachers!

Anyway, long story short is that I now have a bowl full of conkers in the kitchen, kindly brought home by the husband for no reason whatsoever!



This is what I'm currently working on. It's a bag and fascinator (my first eep) for a gala at the end of the month. I'm glad that it's being delivered in person, because it's an absolute mare to photograph. It's actually a blueish green and what looks like handfuls of dust in the photo are actually tiny silver sequins, the quilting is silver embroidery thread too. It isn't finished yet, well I suppose it is in the sense that it functions as a bag but I'm still waiting for peacock feathers to arrive. I'll hopefully have this one complete and delivered by the weekend.



I'll be making a start on the new commission for a wall plaque this evening and I'm looking forward to that.

I also have a sale on my Folksy shop at the minute from page five onwards. A lot of things are up to half price as I desperately need to make some room in the stock room (read two stock boxes which fell in love, mated and spawned half a dozen ickle stock boxes which are fast growing into half a dozen strapping lads and I don't really have a room specially for them).

Of course the husband occasionally complains about the amount of space I take up around the house, at which point I offer that we do in fact have a spare room which I could move everything into (you remember the man room right?) and he shuts up.

So that's basically what I've been up to or at least plan on being up to over the next few days. That and making sure I have everything ready for Chloe's return to school next week. I can't believe the Summer holidays are gone already, I feel a bit like Rabbit in Winnie the Pooh when he lost all the calender pages!

The Man Room

You've heard me mention The Man Room before. Well now I'll show you the deep dark recesses only a man left to his own devices can create.

Now I'm perfectly willing to admit that not every man will suffer from the same affliction as my husband, but in my defence every man I know does.

They are all sufferers of CMS. Crap Magnet Syndrome.

They accumulate the stuff sometimes over many, many years. It clings and sticks to them and can't be removed.

Now my husband lived alone for ten years before I met him, so he was bound to have gathered up a certain amount of tat and rubbish in that time. There really wasn't any point in trying to separate it from him. Sometimes you just have to be satisfied that you can't have everything your own way.

So I leave him to it. But I did insist on The Man Room.

If I hadn't been so persistent when we first moved here, all of this junk would be spread across my home and there would be precious little I could do about;




The PC repair manuals, photos of boozy weekends, wires and cables and games and the ancient comics and Spiderman annuals he's had since he was ickle.




That gargantuan sound system, not to mention the Star Trek clock




Oh yes, more games and books and dvds and the old VCR, just in case. You never know, those new fangled dvds might never catch on.




That god awful looking arm chair that he won't part with and won't let me recover and paint (mwah ha ha ha). The inversion table (used once) nestled in behind it.




And the PCs because one is never enough. Bear in mind he also has two laptops and a blackberry and countless (literally I couldn't find em all to count em) games consoles. I am officially a tech widow. My daughter was conceived by appointment:)




So if you're at the end of your tether and really can't deal with one more piece of crap being carried into your home accompanied by proclamations such as "but it was on sale" or "they were practically giving them away" or "was I just supposed to let Jimmy just throw it away" then I suggest you get a Man Room.

It works for me!

Sure I could have a toy room for Toots instead but at the end of the day Man Tat is just so much more irritating than beanie babies, don't you think?