We are watching Sting- Live in Berlin with the Berlin Symphony on Foxtel. This is in lieu of paying $200 a ticket to see him earlier this year. I saw Sting's Dream of the Blue Turtles concert when I was a girl - 1986. At the time I didn't think he was anything more than a seriously great singer (I was more fascinated with Tony Hadley from Spandau Ballet). But now - 25 years later, I need to declare that he is ridiculously attractive. Amber suggests it his regime of yoga, running and tantric sex. Now there's something to think about.
Back to school tomorrow. We have loved the past fortnight (and a bit extra thanks to Easter). We have baked...
We saw Grandma...
and cousin Adele...
and Uncle John, but he did not stop working long enough for a photo. We tried busking but banging on pots and pans proved fruitless...
We baked some more...
It is the end of the day and I have not sewn a thing as per today's planned 'one thing'. However, I don't feel at all a failure as I have read a novel from start to finish and enjoyed every word. Each time my thoughts went to haberdashery I chose instead to turn another page. We've had a quiet, easy Easter Saturday with very few exertions beyond my workout and a fleeting visit to a supermarket. Our dinner of slow cooked osso bucco summed up the feel of the day and I spend most of it with my bottom molding its shape onto a chair beautifully situated under a heater vent. I did take a few breaks from my novel to look through Inspiration by Terence Conran. It is such a beautiful book, borrowed from the library and I think it may well be my first purchase from the Book Depository (I am slow to jump on this bandwagon). Really, I would rather go to London and have free access to wander around Sir Terence's office, homes, wharf complex, gardens, furniture design studios - such treasures would be found.
I will do one thing tomorrow: I will write a letter.
Tonight both the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy will be visiting us here at number 55. A big day for Sam, as a 6 and a half year old he has suffered from something of a developmental retardation when it comes to the loss of his first baby tooth. I am not sure if he more excited or relieved to hit the milestone. In a quite inglorious fashion he swallowed the tooth but has been assured that the Tooth Fairy 'intuits' the loss of a tooth in a household and does not require enamel based evidence under the pillow before leaving a glittering coin.
It is likely that the 2 dozen chocolate eggs now lurking under the foliage in the back garden beds will promote the swift loss of more teeth. Happy Easter.
I will do one thing tomorrow: I will sew something.
I have been using Pinterest for a while now and love it as a place to catalogue images. I have about 18 'boards' (categories) which vary in theme from House Renovations to Colour to Beautiful Things. These are some of the images I have been collecting over the past months. Aren't they all beautiful? Pinterest is a magnificent time waster but paradoxically gives a fabulous record of my internet meanderings, completely referenced and catalogued so it makes those hours spent wandering through blogs and sites more tangible.
A super quick post to update on this daily project I have committed to. Firstly: I made the necklace yesterday. Not sure if I actually like the necklace but i did make it. More on that later (am currently posting via the phone, still in bed). Today's "thing" is going to test me a little, but I will be doing it at soon as I post this, put down the phone and hop out of bed...
I will do one thing today: I will double the length of my run.
I have recently found this image (tumbler.com) and it resonated with me - I have decided to embrace the concept. For the purpose of the blog, mine will take the form of "I will do one thing tomorrow." I have just over a week until I go back to work. I can achieve 7 things in 7 days. Some will be bigger than others, but I will commit to something, then report in at the end of the day. So, to get started:
I will do one thing tomorrow. I will make a necklace.
No drawing, no painting, no splashing around with art supplies for my oldest. Nope - he is into colour-by-numbers. Not a dash of creative thinking required, just follow the rules as set out by someone who is obviously the expert and the result will always be pleasing. When I suggested he decide his own colours and ignore the guidelines he was disgusted.
Meanwhile, yesterday I suggested to Milly that as she was smart she could figure something out, her response? "I'm not a boy". Swallowing my horror and misery at such evidence of my failing as a mother to a girl I asked what she meant, she then made it worse by telling me - "Girls are pretty, Boys are smart." Kill. Me. Now. I hope our lengthy discussion about boys - handsome / girls - pretty / everyone - smart has sunk in - she has just over 24 hours before her feminist Grandma gets here.
Regular blogging may take a back seat for the hols as I snatch any time to myself that I can - at the moment I am on my bed (the only room that has not been a casualty of my new 'don't care about mess, it's the holidays' approach to life) looking at Manu's recipe for Braised Veal Shanks, the kids are playing Spy Kids in the lounge. Spy Kids involves lurking around corners and talking into pretend hidden microphones to report their observations - my aim is that their only report about their mother is that she is lying on her bed, reading and looking relaxed. Wish me luck.
|diaryofaquilter.com / tumblr.com / flickr.com|
|an idea for using left over fabric (flickr.com)|
(photo from oneleague.co.za)
It may also help that this trolley is so beautiful - a find for $50 in Adelaide.