Knitting is an interesting albeit pensive past time.
I distinctly remember my home economics class in standard 5 / 7th grade / Year 7 in 1996, we were tasked with knitting our own scarves. I chose green and grey wool – though looking back now, I can’t be certain if that was preference or need – and proceeded to knit the loosest, most amateur scarf possible. I never finished knitting that scarf and I can’t even tell you what happened to the start of it, all I can say is that I have spent the rest of my life ‘trying’ to finish knitting a scarf.
Continue reading “Comparing life to the ‘imperfectly perfect’ scarf.”
From her hormonal side glances to her witty retorts, she is her mother through and through and I couldn’t be more proud.
This time, 12 years ago, I was impatiently awaiting the arrival of my eldest daughter with all of the trepidations and anxieties of a first time mum. At the tender age of 21, I thought I was ready to welcome Hayley into the world with open arms and an open heart but I was wholly unprepared for the small human that would change everything about the world that I knew.
Continue reading “My (almost) 12 year old mini-me.”
My husband describes Oxford as ‘Camden on holiday’ with a diverse melting pot of people all with similar cultural interests.
Nearly 8 weeks after my initial DVT diagnosis and then later, a more severe diagnosis of clotting in other parts of my body, it was time for me to attempt an actual adventure out of the house. While my mobility has been greatly affected by these latest medical developments, every so often I wake up and feel like I can face the day. When this happens, I absolutely HAVE to jump on it, if I didn’t I would be permanently housebound and this would drive me nuts.
Continue reading “Days Out – Oxford Museum of Natural History.”
Let’s be clear, love is not like
Being a mum is so difficult.
There is no manual; there is no textbook; there is no 30 days free return policy.
Then, there you are, suddenly mum (or dad) and baby. Get on with it.
Continue reading “Parenting, the dark side – Like versus Love.”