Howdy! If you’re reading this, you are seeing my brand new blog theme! I love the subtle handmade look — the notched ends of the pages bar reminds me of ribbon and the dividing lines on the sidebar are perfect pinked edges! I also added a new header combining my love for craft, photography, and writing. Yes, that’s my handwriting (hehe) and it is an excerpt from my favourite poem, “The Walrus and The Carpenter” by Lewis Carroll.
What do you think of the new look?
Today is Thrifty Tuesday. Which simply means I’ll be showing you my weekly haul from local charity and thrift stores. I scooped the vintage thread spools, wooden buttons, and ribbon rosettes all for 50p. Absolute bargain and great craft room decor!
This is my absolute favourite find of the week — old postcards. From all over the world. At 10p each I grabbed 19 of those with the most interesting photos, handwriting, and subject matter. The oldest is dated 1939. With a few strips of washi tape I created a collage out of some of the nicest ones above my mantle. Each time I glance at them I get a wonderful sense of nostalgia and feel a bit privileged to have a sneak peak into the personal correspondence of people I’ll never meet.
I also love trying to decipher the handwriting. My former job as an archivist comes in handy for this — I used to spend hours poring over historical documents and updating databases! This one was easy to read:
Thank you so much for the photo, we think it splendid Mr. Wright is a very good amateur; you are on the mantlepiece of our new dining room…
And my final thrifty item is actually something I made rather than bought. A soup tin, some patterned tissue paper, and a few dabs of watered down pva glue created this sweet little holder for my crochet hooks (or pencils, or scissors, or paintbrushes…). It was simple, took 5 minutes to make and cost me nothing at all. My kind of crafting!
Have you scooped any thrifty finds lately? Send me a link below!
Well talk about fallin’ right off the face of the blogosphere! What’s going on with me? Could it be that I’ve run out of things to say? Never, haha.
Last week was half term, which in my world means one stir-crazy 4 year old who redefined the phrase “couch potato”. I’m surprised her butt didn’t fuse to the sofa! I did manage to pry her away from the TV long enough to drag her to a doctor’s appointment (for her little sis), a session at the soft-play centre, a run around at the park, and two playdates. Win.
If I had my way, they’d be in school always. Yeah, I said it.
Besides the hassle of half term, I’ve been in full on party planning panic mode for Emilie’s 5th birthday. If you know me, you know my parties. And you know that there is no halfway. It’s all or nothing. If it’s not perfect, well, mama ain’t happy. The theme is a closely guarded secret. If I told you I’d have to silence you, then who would be left to read my blog? For those who do know the theme, consider yourselves a part of the elite few — my ninja party planning crew. All shall be revealed in time. Watch this space!
So other than losing sleep and ignoring the fact that I still have a 20,000 word dissertation to write, all is well in my world of nappies, snot, and bruised knees.
I promise to get back on the blogging ball. Soon.
I finally updated my other blog for the first time in nearly two months. Shameful, I know. Anywho, I plan to update more frequently from now on. http://theothermomdiary.blogspot.com/
In the meantime, have a look at my gorgeous girlie, Emilie. Love her!
My internet died. On my wedding anniversary no less. No Skype with sweet words for me today. Sigh.
And 2 days before NaNoWriMo too. What crap luck. How we managed back in the days before Internet, I’ll never know.
I shall return as soon as it is all sorted. Posting from my phone is too much of a pain to do regularly. Damn touch screens.
I have a new blog. It’s my blog on the side. Our little secret. *wink*
Go on, have a gander at The Other Side.
Just a few things that are on my mind. Not an exhaustive list by any means.
- Writing at midnight is a terrible idea. I’m sleep depreived and hardly coherent. Spelling errors and rubbish musings (such as this) abound.
- But “I Write at 1.46pm” just doesn’t sound as cool.
- Semester two of the world’s most perplexing Master’s degree starts tomorrow. When people ask, I still can’t explain what I’m studying.
- I don’t wanna go to school. You can’t make me.
- Halloween. Nuff said.
- I shouldn’t have eaten that cold leftover meatball just now.
- I should have washed it down with some ginger ale to conteract the impending upset tummy.
- I am now too lazy to return to the kitchen to fetch said ginger ale. I suffer in silence.
- Why am I still awake?
- Alarm. Must remember to set. Again.