In the early days, I’d stand over her cot, watching. A bed full of pink blankets and pink onesies and pink swaddling and tiny little pink face, peaceful as she slept. Her brothers rowdy and bouncing just outside the door, and with just a finger to my lips, they would tip toe in, and creep up beside me. Propping one […]
A month or two before Christmas last year, I got a text. “Hello, my wonderful, lovely, crafty, clever friend…” (or words to that effect), it started, and I giggled as I knew what was coming. A little photo and some more sucking up, followed by a request – could I make two personalised keyrings, and how much? We-he-hell… a new […]
The June long weekend has been and gone, in the way that only 3 day weekends can disappear in a blink of an eye. It was a good one though, hanging out with friends, dreaming up new projects, working on current projects, and soaking up precious moments with my tiny people who seem to insist on growing up far too […]
Sometimes there are projects that just don’t go to plan. This was one of them. The first design didn’t work. The beads for the second design didn’t arrive in time, and when I tried to dash to the shops to find replacement crystals locally, I managed to get halfway through the first shop before the phone rang. Mr Dove, at […]
As the baby sleeps, the noise that passes for the soundtrack of my life shifts. A lazy Thursday afternoon, and it’s still an hour until pick up. Just the girl and I, pottering about. It’s a new kind of normal, this almost-quiet that surrounds me. She waltzes by, lost in the music of her mind as she dances, and she […]
A cuddle after an owies. Fresh baking on a Monday afternoon. A friendly face at canteen. A sewer of dressups. A teacher of crafts. A reader of books. A buyer of books! A voice through the tears. A holder of babies. A hanger of washing. A strength in the face of darkness. A light shining as she emerges from her […]
For far too long now, the five kilos of keys I lug around with me have remained determinedly unadorned. A clip to attach them to my bag passed as a keyring. Devoid of any sign of who may own them, they existed merely as a clump of metal pieces attached, very ad hoc, I may add, by various small rings […]
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