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Hippie Pics (#2)

As promised (here) These are some more tie-dye pics from the Hippie Party we went to  – it was so much fun and check out that cake! Since the party, little man and I have got a good amount of wear out of our tie-dyed items 🙂

 

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Maybe it runs in the family….

I have a few posts in the pipeline but many are being written in real-time (usually part way through an awful a challenging DIY project) so I will wait to see how they pan out or at least edit them a bit better  before posting. In the meantime I wanted to share my little mans latest Artwork.

I have mentioned before that he wants a Spiderman themed bedroom. Well with the exception of any major changes like the colour of the walls its beginning to take shape with the help of some blue and red items (such as his Spiderman-blue book crate I painted here), some shelves and bedding etc. I have a few more tweaks, including a huge canvas but eager to get going he wanted to make one of his own.

so here it is….

SpiderMan

SpiderMan

I love it 🙂 You can tell what it is and everything -or I can anyway. I gave him free reign on this – which given my worrying controlling  picky nature was a big step forward for me and I’m so proud of him. He’s reminded me that he doesn’t need me to hover over him and help all the time and that hes more than capable of making something beautiful unaided.

Speaking of which…. we received a letter from his school informing us that one of his art pieces had been chosen to represent the school and be displayed at the local “mall” (VERY PROUD MUM ALERT)

Here he is with his art 🙂 Can you tell what it is?

Whoop Whoop!

Whoop Whoop!

 

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Anything that CAN go wrong….

We are finally in the new house! It’s been a crazy few weeks but we made it.

We moved by ourselves (only 5 minutes down the road but that doesn’t make lifting a sofa any easier) discovered an abandoned mouse nest behind the kitchen drawers -and evidence of them running all through the cupboards *shudder* and then the gas/heat ran out Sunday night. The world chose that moment to send a winter storm our way.

It's warmer in my freezer than in my house...

It’s warmer in my freezer than in my house…

We spent 4 days and nights with no school, no work and no heat; surrounded by boxes (have you ever tried unpacking wearing 7 layers of clothing??) and surviving on 2 tiny space heaters- not fun! We didn’t dare go out and play in it as the idea of getting warm again… Well it wasn’t really an option ha ha. At a few times it was actually warmer in my freezer than in our house … Again, not fun.

Just as the world started to thaw the gas man arrived and we got back in the swing of things… Until I received a phone call informing me that my husband was in hospital after slipping on ice. Worryingly he had slipped and remained on the ground for about 30 minutes face down in the grass unable to move :/ Luckily he came away with just bad bruising and very strong pain medication

BUT that means he’s been out of action for almost a week now. And of course the weather took another turn so little man has been off school too. I think it’s safe to say we’ve all got a bit of cabin fever now ha ha!

ANYWAY, despite everything I’ve managed to unpack everything and find a place for it. So far there is one room I’m completely happy with (and that’s because it’s the spare room so nothing is moved the minute I finish organising it)

It used to be hot pink and black but this time the curtains dictated which way I should go with it, opting for a more grown up and simple look rather than Barbies brothel. – BTW choosing curtains has been such a headache AND EXPENSIVE ha ha.

Toby approves of the spare room

Toby approves of the spare room

I love it! A friend sold me a black chair to go with it – I’m thinking it will do as somewhere to drape clothes until we have the means to get some real furniture but for now that, a laptop table and a huge “closet” should work just fine 🙂

As for the carpet…. (Ha ha!) it runs the entire length of the house – including the bathrooms!!! *yuck* but it will be going as soon as the weather warms up. It’s original hardwood underneath so that will be a project in itself.

As always I’ll leave with some other pics (no before and afters as it’s only the addition of furniture lol) but hopefully I’ll be back to show you another finished room sometime soon 🙂

 

 

 

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3 steps to world domination

BcardsOk so maybe that’s a SLIGHT exaggeration…

Happy New Year 🙂 The start of 2015 marks the start of my 2nd year here in the states.

I seem to have settled in nicely – I’ve made friends, we have a new addition to our family, I can now drive without wanting to open-mouth-scream-cry at the sight of a 4 way stop AND I’ve started my own small business. Yup, I’m doing what I love and painting for people other than my mother (yay). Admittedly it’s still getting off the ground and I have a few other tricks up my sleeve but I have faith in what I’m doing and building my British Chick Empire is top of the list. So what better way than to kick off with some resolutions?

Start an Etsy Shop: TICK

This crafty stuff has always been a hobby; moving here I joined a local a craft group and it stemmed from there. I discovered a little giftshop which holds hand-made items from over 40 local vendors – now including me 🙂 I set up a facebook page dedicated to my business and an actual online shop seemed like the next logical step. Its very fresh and rather daunting but it’s open and I’m adding to it every day (it’s here btw)

Blog again: TICK

I have missed blogging. However – busy schedules aside- the physical act of typing has a lasting affect on my body (cause to be determined) Because of this

I think I'm going to need bigger pots...

I think I’m going to need bigger pots…

I find it easier to avoid typing too much too often and that didn’t suit my previous blog schedule so it fizzled out completely. This time I am aiming for shorter posts and/or less frequent. I really miss the writing challenges so I think with all things considered it makes sense to change up the old blog and focus on my passions.

Get my DIY on: (Pending)

We are in the process of buying a house (eeeek) it’s definitely a fixer-upper as far as cosmetics anyway and I know we are going to have to do a lot of work to make it a little more bearable to live in -IF the sale goes well. I really want to try and do as much DIY as I can (or as my body will allow lol) and hopefully learn some new skills along the way (I’m sure the disasters & triumphs will make entertaining blogging material) I hope that by this time next year I will be a DIY QUEEN with a beautiful house – or at least part way there.

Of course the list could go on forever with the usual stuff like call grandma more often or stop nagging PEOPLE *cough cough* for leaving the toilet seat up…so I’ll leave you with a few ongoing aims (in no particular order) that have made it on to my list:

THIS is our new addition - Toby

THIS is our new addition – Toby

Work in progress:

Understand Taxes – a must when registered as self employed

Train the puppy – Pee pads are expensive

Be nicer – think/act/sound

Ebay/Donate/Throw away the clutter – started and vow to continue (if only to make money and room for more clutter

Health sorted – always a good one

New Recipe each week – I fear my family may run away at the sight of yet another spag bol

Family games night once a week – we got loads more games for xmas (and actually played them) so I want that to continue

……I think I’d better get started 🙂

What are your New Years Resolutions?

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What’s in a name?

sophie
Sophie means Wisdom

The meaning of Sophie is “wisdom” – try and keep the howls of laughter to a minimum please. Anyone who knows me will agree that this is NOT the best word to describe me, in fact classy and demure would suit me better – and THAT’S saying something…

But I guess it depends on what we think of when we hear the word “wisdom”.

flashback

I’m the one on the left….

Back in school my maths teacher would joke about the meaning of my name in relation to my ability (or inability) to recite the times tables or do long division; some of my friends would give me THAT pat on the shoulder or head whenever I pulled another “soph-esque” face palm moment and I had plenty of dumb blonde jokes thanks to my original hair colour (yes I WAS a natural blonde) 

Of course all of the above was said and done in jest, many were friends whom knew me well enough to know I could easily shrug it off and laugh at myself when I did something silly… But when you hear something enough it kind of becomes part of normality, you almost buy into the jokes and for me, without meaning to, it became negative. Somewhere down the line people thought it was ok to say to me how they thought I “played up” my stupidity but the truth is I’m NOT THAT CLEVER. My geography sucks big time, history and politics makes me glaze over and currently my knowledge of any world events is courtesy of my Facebook or Twitter feeds but that’s not wisdom is it? That’s knowledge and you know what? It just doesn’t interest me, I know it should, I try to stay informed but no matter how much crap that’s thrown at me it refuses to stick.

wisdom

Wisdom

 Looking back it seems I clung to the negativity and completely misinterpreted what my name really meant. Wisdom isn’t all about knowing the facts, even if it was I still came out with GCSEs, A-Levels and a BAHons (albeit in fashion – again stop laughing lol) but it’s is more about experience, common sense and good judgement. And really it seems – at least to others- that that was me all over. My friends were only allowed to go to school parties if I was going because if I was there it meant there was “at least one responsible one” (don’t ask where their parents got this idea from lol) I was the younger but more “down to earth”, “logical” and “level headed” sister who wound up her older one because my curfew was later regardless of the 5yr age gap; I’ve been told to consider becoming a policewoman due to my perceptiveness and rationale, or a counsellor thanks to my understanding and insight….

And then I go and throw a spanner in the works by getting pregnant whilst in the early stages of “dating” someone (if you can call it that) or I marry someone after “knowing” them for 6 short months… Or I “drag my son away from his dad” to live in another country with my new husband…. And all of those things are crazy! … But I did them, and my friends and family supported me… Because guess what? Because they know me, they know my situation and they know I have it covered.

the meaning of wisdom

The meaning of Wisdom
Screen grab courtesy of http://www.Google.com

They know I would have considered every outcome, they trust that I have thought things through… That I’ve done my homework, that I’ve got options and fall back plans… And they’re right! It’s not because I’m a pessimist, it’s because I have learned from my past experience. I have learnt that things don’t always go to plan, that curveballs are thrown and you just have to take them as they come; I’ve learned that even after years of “knowing someone” they can still break your heart or shock you in ways you never dreamed of… That life is short, that it’s better to have taken a leap of faith than to ALWAYS wonder “what if” when it’s too late.

Babies, marriage, international moves… They’re all kind of a big deal and yet for me all three of them happened unexpectedly. All three threw me completely but I took them in my stride and welcomed their life lessons. Of course I’m not claiming to be overflowing with wisdom – though I wouldn’t blame you for thinking that after reading my recent guest post on the subject ;)… but in reality I still have a LOT to learn. What I do know is that I’m much stronger than I thought I was; I’m adaptable and less “set in my ways” than I used to think, I’m open minded, understanding and I trust myself…but most of all I have learned that I’m NOT stupid… Just don’t make me take a test to prove that 😉

 
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Wooden Letters

Reading this weeks writing challenge I found myself nodding along thinking of how often I struggle to start writing due to having too many things to write about… Often resulting in a blog blowout.

Wooden Letter

Wooden Letter

Looking around me I see one object in particular which hits a nerve, it’s sentimental, it’s relevant… It has a blog-worthy story to go with it…Hanging on my living room wall are a pair of wooden “S” letters. They are painted ivory, each hung by a navy blue ribbon and covered with scribbles in blue “sharpie” ink – classy or what?

A year and a half ago – almost to the day- it was our wedding day. The colour scheme was navy blue and ivory -The navy to match my husbands military dress blues and the traditional ivory to match my dress – which was chosen purely because it looked nicer with the navy.

Due to the logistics, timing and finances linked to a fast wedding involving two people with family in different countries we chose to have no family – just friends at our wedding. 9 to be exact; 3 whom I had known previously, 5 of his friends whom I had met the same night as I met my husband-to-be and 1 whom had asked the awkward “so are you … like… official… or….?” A little further down the line.

Wedding Kiss

Wedding Kiss

The service was at the local registry office -in a pink room which totally ruined my colour scheme!- followed by a pre-ordered meal at our favourite restaurant. The night before, my girls and I had set the table with home-made decorations, center-pieces and name tags… Finishing it off with our wooden S letters… One on the back of my chair and one on the back of my husband-to-be. Together they signified our first names AND (post-wedding) our surname too. We would now both be “SS”

After the meal the letters were passed around the table and signed by the few guests we had – Somehow we managed to avoid the profanities they threatened to write and instead ended up with some kind- but mostly strange and funny sentiments which are now a part of our home, moving with us wherever we go – even if the people that wrote them aren’t.

It’s having familiar things -like these wooden letters- that usually makes a house feel more like a home. But as I sit here I can’t help but feel sad because I miss them. Physical distance aside I miss the friendships, I miss how things were at that moment in time. Many of them moved away with the military, some just grew apart while others sparked deeper relationships. Things change, people change… Life goes on.

The other one...

Personalised Wooden Letter

These letters remind me of a moment in time, it’s immortalized in them through the writing, in the photos and the memories themselves. At the time we were just there -in the moment- but now we are actually living the parts we had previously swept over. The moving away from anything or anyone you know…the intense flash-in-the-pan friendships that feel more like a ‘holiday romance’ just because we all happen to be in the same place at the same time…the realization that these bittersweet letters aren’t a one off…that this will happen time and time again…that real relationships will be very few and far between – and even then there’s a good chance one of us will have to say goodbye and move on…

They remind me of how things were but also of how things can be. I’ve been anxious about meeting people here. I’m Sure you can imagine the idea of making an effort with people whom probably won’t be here for long doesn’t really motivate me to get out there but these letters signify just that. That even though I may not make many friendships that will last a lifetime … I will absolutely make memories that will.

Other Entries for this weeks challenge (If this works)

  1. My Favourite Thing | So Here’s Us…
  2. My Full Circle of the Personal Analysis Bureau | Ever Upward
  3. Haiku Trio | A Full Cup of Tea
  4. The 6th of March 1997 – Fishkill, New York | Forgotten Correspondance
  5. Post-it-Note | The Shady Tree
  6. Frying Pans And A Knife | Glorious Results Of A Misspent Youth
  7. Object of Connection | Through The Eyes Productions
  8. An Insignificant Object | Wired With Words
  9. tattered pages | from dreams to plans
  10. These Boots Are Made For Working | Finale to an Entrance
  11. Do It Everyday? | davidriswanto
  12. My treasured trinket | tornin2’s Blog
  13. OBJECT OF DESIRE | Donna Gwinnell Lambo-Weidner
  14. New Socks Insult My Intelligence | Bumblepuppies
  15. Pinwheel in motion | Emovere
  16. Objectively Cooking | Life’s Unfiltered Ramblings
  17. My camera | Scent of Rina
  18. Doing the dishes | MoreThanMelts
  19. Oranges are the only fruit | litadoolan
  20. Far from Eden | field of thorns
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Getty up time

It’s light outside….

The day is here…

That means….

GETTY UP TIME! Yes!!!

I’m so excited to jump in bed with mummy, she’s always so warm to cuddle up to. I hope ‘he’s’ at work this morning so I can have her all to myself. I mean, I like him, he’s OK – and he does play tickle fights with me -which is fun- but when he’s here that means I have to share her and that’s not so fun.

I’d better grab my blankey too, another favourite of mine. Blankey + mummy = best cuddles ever! If she let me play on her iPhone a while that would make it even better!

red apple

Shiniest apple ever

I wish she would just wake up and make me breakfast the FIRST time I ask her instead of saying ‘in a minute, just one more minute’…but then if she’s really tired I can always get a yummy apple and sit up in her bed playing a little longer. I like it when that happens – I feel like a big boy and mummy seems happier when I wake her up gently rather than shouting in her face and jumping on her. Maybe if she went to sleep at bedtime she wouldn’t be so tired. She says she stays up because she likes some ‘mummy-time’ once I’m asleep. Apparently that means time by herself but I don’t understand because I let her have a bath by herself the other day and I only splashed her and pointed and laughed at her belly a few times. I even left loads of my toys in there for her to play with so I don’t see why that isn’t enough for her.

trash packs

So many Trash-Packs

I wouldn’t like ‘me time’. I like being with her ALL the time. The best thing is when I show her all my trash-pack toys and she tells me their names. We counted them before and I have more than 170 now. They don’t do anything but they’re bright colours and I still don’t have all of them so I’ll probably get some when we go to the shop again. Sometimes mummy says we won’t get any toys before we’ve even left the house – how unfair!– but then if I moan about it enough while she’s trying to find all her boring ‘good food’ I usually end up with SOMETHING for me in the trolley – even if it’s just sweets or something.

Why can’t I eat sweets and crisps all day anyway? She says it’s not good for me but they taste a lot better than these stupid veggies that she wants me to eat. She says they will help me see in the dark and stuff, or that they will make me big and strong but really she’s just tricking me because EVERYONE knows that the only way to get super powers is to get bitten by a spider or to drink bright green magic stuff or something. Anyway, she eats her veggies and she isn’t big or strong. She always tells me not to jump on her because he arms aren’t working… or her knee…or her fingers. I think she’s tricking me again because it’s always something different. She says she’s poorly but mummys don’t get sick. If she was sick she would stay in bed while her mummy came and looked after her- because that’s what happens when you’re not feeling well but not her, she gets up and moves around all day so I think she’s pretending. Silly mummy.

I think I’ll go and get another apple in a minute and then it’s REALLY getty up time.

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Inspired by this weeks Writing Challenge – From the point of view of my little man

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