Saturday, 30 March 2013

Scrapbook Saturday

It's been three weeks since I posted about about a scrapbook page (or two).  That's because I haven't done any scrapbooking.  This week, however, I set myself a target of two layouts.
I saw a post on Shimelle's blog about using triangles on a page and there was a sketch to try.  I made a page about my FiL for the last entry in our 2012 album.
That photo is actually a few years old, but it is my favourite one of him that I took.  I added the name he was known by, not the name he was Christened with.
And a page about last Sunday's perfect day.  I went back to Shimelle's idea from her 4x6 Photo Love prompts and made a concertina to hold six photos, three on each side. (The paper clip was just there to hold it shut while I took the photo.)  The title is taken from Carrie's Instagram hashtag.  Or at least I think that's what it is, because I have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about.  But I have seen it on her FB page, if that counts.
What have you been working on?

Thursday, 28 March 2013

Sharing a Cuppa

C'mon in and have a seat.
As it is freezing with the front door open, I'd quickly usher you through to the kitchen and offer you a seat at the pine table.  Having put the kettle on and found a plate for a few custard creams, I'd apologise for being full of cold.  You've found me with a nasty cough, a sore throat and a painful ear.
While we wait for the tea to brew, I'd tell you how the sale of the house is progressing. About how its become almost routine to mop the floors once a day.  About how I've become a demon cushion plumper.
I'd bring the tea and biscuits to the table and you'd notice that the dog has stirred in his basket and is sniffing the air.  He'd allow you to fuss his ears and comment on how lovely he is, but he'd soon loose interest when he realised that you were obeying the doggy-house-rule of no snacking between meals.  He'd emit a big sigh and settle back in to slumber.
You'd also soon realise that The Boy Child is peeking at you from his play room just off the kitchen.  He will announce that he is shy, but will soon overcome it when he sees that he has a cup of tea and custard cream waiting on the table for him.
I'd tell you that The Boy Child has broken up for the Easter holidays and that he is looking forward to the arrival of his cousins at the weekend.  I'd tell you of our plans to make like tourists for a week and The Boy Child would chip in with the information that he is excited by the thought of going to Legoland.
I might comment on what it is like to live with Autism.  That the worst parts are by far the middle-of-the-night wanderings and the constant early starts.  I might also mention that The Brainy One and I are exhausted and that, without make-up, I look grey.
Or I might not mention Autism at all.
I would, however, suggest a top-up.  Then I'd tell you how both blogging and scrapbooking help me regain my equilibrium.  That the recent lunch in honour of Deb and Carrie was amazing and that I count my blessings to have found true friendship with them and Mel and Sian and Amy-on-the-other-side-of-the-world, to name just a few.
Given that the radio is playing quietly, I might talk about my latest favourite song.  We'd laugh at how middle-of-the-road my musical tastes have become.  As memory keepers, we'd talk about the powerful way in which a song can transport you back in an instant to a definitive period of life from years ago.  And we'd laugh at the songs we call the ghosts-of-boyfriends-past.
As you prepared to leave, I'd regret that our time was over and urge you to drop by again very soon.  The Boy Child would thank you for coming (he's nothing if polite).  We'd hug and remark on the wonders of finding friendship through blogging.

This post has been brought to you in association with Abi's invitation to share a cup of tea.

Monday, 25 March 2013

Hello Monday

Hello to a quieter week after last week's excitement.
Hello to the possibility of more viewings.
Hello to discussing outside work with our decorator.  It needs doing, whether we sell or not.
Hello to The Boy Child going back to school.
Hello to The Boy Child's final Street Dance class
Hello to the end of term on Wednesday lunch-time.
Hello to giving blood at 1.15 pm on Wednesday.  My timing was off when I booked the appointment.  Bribery may well be in order.
Hello Easter weekend.
Hello to waving Deb and Carrie off at the airport on Saturday.
Hello to the arrival of family coming to stay late Saturday afternoon.
Hello to the Boat Race.  In this house, we cheer on the Dark Blues.

How's your week looking?

Sunday, 24 March 2013

A Perfect Day

Some days turn out to be perfect.
Today was such a one.
I met ten other ladies for lunch at Maggie Jones's in Kensington.  Some I already know in real life, some I know through blogging and scrapbooking and some I met for the first time.
We were all there for one purpose; to meet and spend time with Deb and Carrie.
~ Carrie and Deb ~
We introduced ourselves and tried to recall how we met each other.  We decided that the common denominator was Shimelle.
We remembered absent loved ones.
When I began scrapbooking, I never imagined for a moment that I would connect with like-minded others and form friendships that would began in cyber space and end in reality.
  ~ Alison and Carrie ~
I know that this post is a little self-indulgent, but I wanted to highlight just how easy it is for cyber friendships to become real life friendships
~ Becky (just seen), Deb and Mel ~
Don't be put off by the distance involved.  Deb and Carrie were in London from Arizona, Helena came down from Edinburgh and Alison flew in from Spain. 
I won't continue to bore you with more photos from today or about how fabulous everyone was,but do think on this: the Internet is truly a wonderful and magical place when used for the good.

Tuesday, 19 March 2013

All Change

Funny how plans for the week can change in a heartbeat.
The Boy Child has Chicken Pox.

Monday, 18 March 2013

Hello Monday

Hello to Bag2School; a great way to fund raise.
Hello to chasing up Occupational Therapy provision for The Boy Child.
Hello to mum arriving for a three night stay.
Hello to breakfast out with mum and a friend.
Hello to the Lower School's Spring Concert.
Spring Concert 2012: Tatty Bogle
Hello to acting as official photographer at above-mentioned Concert.
Hello to being realistic about the sale of our house.  We lowered the price last Friday.
Hello to Sunday lunch with Deb and Carrie and a whole host of lovely ladies.  Very excited by the thought of this.

How does your week look?

Friday, 15 March 2013

Simply a Moment

I'm laden down with my camera bag, an umbrella and a take-away cup of tea from Costa.  I push at the swing doors and nothing happens.  I turn and give them a shove with my bum and they grant access.  I'm in the Town Hall, in the room where I donate a pint of blood every quarter; today, however, it's been turned in to a small theatre for tonight's performance of Fantastic Mr Fox.
I see Miss J in the thick of it, looking her usual serene and calm self.  I see and hear twenty-plus children chatting and playing on their phones.  None of them appear to paying attention to Miss J.  She happens to look in my direction and smiles.
"If you're here ..., does that mean ...?"
I nod.  "Yes, I'm here with my camera and the big lens."
She hugs me.
I find a quiet corner for my bag and coat and then sip my too-hot tea.  I take my camera out, put the strap around my neck and fit the big lens.  From my corner, I spy out the lie of the land, work out which children have which part and decide where I'll stand or sit.
I look at my watch; it 2.15 pm.  I have a clear run of one hour and fifteen minutes.
I begin.
Alexa, of Trimming the Sails, invites people to share a moment with her around this date of each month. Nothing fancy, just a few well chosen words, or a photo, or a scrapbook page.
What's your moment?

Tuesday, 12 March 2013


When we arrived at school this morning, we discovered that outdoor play had been cancelled for the little people ~ far too cold.
The Boy Child decided that instead of playing with his friends (it was still early, so there weren't many in), he would read at his desk.  Love that.
I asked if I could photograph him reading and he replied, "No, Mummy, but I'll smile for you."
I'll take whatever he cares to offer.

Monday, 11 March 2013

Hello Monday

Hello to The Brainy One lecturing at one of the world's best universities for two days.  So proud of him.
~ image found here ~
Hello to a resurgence of wintry weather.  What happened to Spring?
Hello to a haircut.
Hello to Street Dance class.  Having observed The Boy Child in class recently, I shall be saving my money and not renewing for next term.  I have plans for more outdoor activities.
~ nothing to do with this week, but a post needs a photo ~
Hello to an eyebrow wax.  My local salon closed at Christmas and I now travel two stops on the Tube to see the same girl(s).
Hello to seeing the school production of Fantastic Mr Fox.  We watched the film version over the weekend and were most disappointed by it.  If you listen carefully, you'll be able to hear Roald Dahl turning over in his grave.
Hello to behaving like tourists.  As we are actively planning on leaving London this summer, I am devising weekend adventures for me and The Boy Child involving a London landmark or something typically London.  Last weekend was all about buses and Tube trains; this week will be St Paul's Cathedral (even though it irks me to be charged entry to a church).
Hello to drawing up plans for a scrapbook called This is My London for The Boy Child. London is his city.  He is a Londoner.  It will be great to look back in the years ahead and see all that we did while we lived in our nation's capital city.  

I think that's enough to keep me going.
How's your week looking?

Saturday, 9 March 2013

Scrapbook Saturday

Three pages for The Boy Child's album and one for the 2013 album this week.
First up is the story of how we met London royalty.  I kept it very simple and wrote straight on to the cardstock.
The second one shows the tips I learnt from the Telling Tales class.  These three photos are also on a page in our 2012 album, too.
Some "in the moment" scrapping; I ignored the ironing yesterday afternoon and settled down at my desk.  The Boy Child loved the Fantastic Mr Fox costume he wore for World Book day and I wanted to record that on a page (or two) right away.
I wasn't sure that he would wear the mask.  Attempts in the past to dress up have led to hysterics from The Boy Child and eye-rolling from me.  Two things worked in my favour this time; he's older and there was enough time this week for him to get use to the touch and feel of the mask.
I'm sure that the positive reaction he got at school also helped, because he still had the mask and ears on the top of his head when I picked him up at 3.45 pm.

Thursday, 7 March 2013

This Life

It's not been a good week.
I haven't been very well.  Nothing serious.
I am tired.  So tired.
I shriek and I yell.
I can hear myself sounding like a fishwife.
The Boy Child's autism has made its presence felt at home.  Reports from school are good.
There is no movement re the sale of our house.
There is talk of an offer.
It's a good offer.
I want to able to make an offer on a new house.
I want to be able to find a house to make an offer on.
I am completely out of ideas for blog posts.
I want to come up with something new and that will be of interest to my readers.

But it isn't all doom and gloom.
Tomorrow sees The Boy Child go to school dressed as Fantastic Mr Fox.
New week, we will attend the only performance of the school's play.
It's Fantastic Mr Fox.
The Lower School Spring Concert is looming.
So is end of term.
Deb and Carrie are coming.  There will be Sunday lunch.

And as for me, I will carry on.  I will kiss The Boy Child goodnight.  I will do the evening chores.  I will make a pot of tea and watch a spot of TV.  I will go to bed.  And tomorrow will be another day.

Monday, 4 March 2013

Hello Monday

Hello quarterly visit to the dental hygienist.
Hello to World Book Day for The Boy Child.  He's dressing up as Fantastic Mr Fox.
Hello to a Track Day for The Brainy One.  He's helping his twin nephews celebrate their birthday.
Hello to neglected gym membership.  I will do better this week.
Hello to chasing up occupational therapy for The Boy Child.  This is an area that needs more input, not less.
Hello to investigating the different ticket options available for Disney.  Who knew so much was available?
Hello to making the most of the spring-like weather.

How is your week looking?

Sunday, 3 March 2013

Storytelling Sunday | My Precious

The first Sunday of the month means that it's time for a story or two over at Sian's place. This is her third year of hosting Storytelling Sunday and the general theme this year is Pick Your Precious.
Meet Chinese Doll.
That's the name she has gone by for over forty years.
I acquired her when we lived in Hong Kong in the early 1970s.
She used to have shoes and a baby, which attached to her back with a sling.  The shoes, baby's outfit and sling were all made from the same fabric as her clothes.
The shoes were lost over the years.
The baby and sling were stolen.
I'd taken her into school for some sort of Show and Tell and forgot to take her home.
When I lifted the desk lid the next morning, she was still there but the baby and sling were gone.
I'm pretty sure that I would have cried.
I never saw them again.
She has lived with me all these years and since that day has never been allowed to leave whatever home I am living in at the time.  Her age is starting to show and she has, in the last couple of years, acquired an injury to her foot.
The Boy Child chewed it.
Did you know that toddlers/children with Autism chew on things far longer than their non-Autistic peers?  No, neither did I then, but I do now.
Her current home is now on top of a shelf in my office, well out of the reach of The Boy Child.

Why not pop over to Sian's and see what other sort of precious items are being shared today?

Saturday, 2 March 2013

Scrapbook Saturday | Telling Tales

It's worth repeating what I said a couple of Scrapbook Saturday posts agoMiss Smith's Telling Tales is continuing apace and her suggestions for a different take on a page, combined with telling the story are consistently thought provoking and inspiring.
Prompt 8 was all about putting journaling spots behind patterned paper.  Never.  That was my immediate thought.  And a week or so later, the jury is still out on whether I would ever do this on a 12x12 layout.  What I did instead, was to try it out on the cover on my work-in-progress travel journal.  Hardly adventurous, but a starting point.  
Have you done this prompt?  I'd love to see what you did.
Prompt 9 was all about using stamped journaling spots.  I laughed.  However, I did find a stamp still attached to an acrylic block.  I suppose I should have re-inked after each imprint, but I rather like the overall effect. 
Prompt 10 was all about journaling captioned photos.  I enjoyed this one ~ perfect for a set of photos that are uninspiring on their own.
Prompt 11 was all about telling the story behind the photo.  I wrote about what I get from having coffee with a friend after school drop-off.
For this last page, destined for The Boy Child's album, I went back to prompt 2: hidden journaling.
I hadn't planned to hide the journaling, but in the end I felt that putting it anywhere else would upset the page's balance.  The line of London buses was cut from a postcard. I used this photo is a smaller size for prompt one.

Friday, 1 March 2013

One Little Word Blog Hop: February

Welcome to the second blog hop of 2013 for One Little Word.  One Little Word is the brainchild of Ali Edwards and you can find out more here.  The hop is organised by Lee of The Linar Studio blog fame.  You'll find a full list of participants at the end of this post ~ do try and get around as many as you can; you'll be amazed by the the number of different words chosen.
And so to my word for 2013.  Change.
My word chose itself.

For February, Ali suggested creating a vision board. 
I don't mind admitting that my heart sank when I read that. 
I'm also admitting that vision boards are not me.  I can admire them as the work of others and I'm pretty sure that many of the participants in this hop will have created boards of visual magnificence.  
But I will not be one of them.
I tried.  I really did.
I gathered together a whole five pieces torn from magazines.
After sitting at my desk for what seemed like hours, I had an epiphany.
Change has made its presence felt in our lives in February.  
And I have a photo of it.  Enlarged to A4 and in my album.
It felt liberating to actually disregard Ali's suggestion.  Bold.  I looked at her idea for February and I went with something else.
I changed it.
Living proof of my word in action.

Hop participants:
Ruth: **you are here**
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