crap...

... so yesterday i had a pile of crap to deal with and instead of dealing with it the right way i managed to pass it on to someone else and make them feel as wretched as i do...this was never my intention i can assure you...and i hope in some small way i have moved towards 'righting' the 'wrong' that i did.

this morning my man turns to me and says "Tif, you either sink or swim, you need to make a choice and get on with it"...

so dear readers, today i choose to swim...let's get this blog back to where it's suppose to be...(what is that exactly i hear you ask, and that is a good question i might add)

well if i was stopped by a person with a clip board in the street and asked "madam, do you own a blog",

this is what i would say

"why yes i do"

"would you care to tell me a bit about it"

"certainly, it is the ramblings of a woman, who is a wife, a mother and a crafter, who often messes up but tries to do the best she can"

"i see" says the market researcher "do you feel you are any good at blogging"

"i'm just doing the best i can"

thanking you for the support ~ Tif

the one where Tif learns to quilt (well, a little bit)...

i have discovered that owning a bedspread adds on fifteen minutes to my morning routine...i think part of this is to do with the fact that our bed is a king size platform number from good old Ikea. it seemed such a fabulous idea three years ago but now i own a bedspread i am not quite so sure. i make one side look just perfect and then i march over to the other side being very careful not to break my shin bone on the corner...give a little tug and voila, the perfect side shifts and it all goes horribly wrong.
after struggling with my bed making yesterday i decided that i needed some crafting therapy. i have made two dishcloths to date and am now ready to do something else...am i the only one that finds it hard to make the same thing over and over...

i took out Miss Margery and dusted her off, put in some thread and looked around my space. now for a few of you who may be wondering why i am not doing my usual thing with the slips etc even though i have time on my hands, well i have discovered that ladies underpinnings hanging in your studio, on your landing, in the utility room and in the bedroom from every possible 'hanging space' does not encourage people to view your home. so hence they were packed away long long ago...

so Miss Margery tried to cooperate, but quite frankly (and i say this in whispered tones) she is rather sick...i fear she is heading the way of Miss S. Machine, it is only a matter of time.

my eyes lit upon my little white Eames rocking chair, then i unearthed one of my favorite books and before i knew it my little brain was hatching a plan...somewhere in the depth of the closet was a small piece of wadding or is it batting, who knows and who really cares...my lovely friend Tasha had given me a while ago. and so dear readers i attempted my first piece of quilting in the shape of a cushion...not sure i am quite up to par with the professional quilters amongst us but i was excited that it actually worked and more to the point Miss Margery didn't just chew it up and spit it out...

i added one doily, two patches and some little labels made from scraps and hey presto, my rocking chair wouldn't look out of place in a japanese craft book...and just so you know, this is where i sit with a cup of tea in the afternoon, breathing in deeply, surrounded by just a 'little bit of dottie' and it's keeping me sane...

she had a helping hand with the crafting ~ Tif

the one about 'the theory'...

so my theory was tested and i have to tell you my rebellion yesterday did not cause a realtor to call...no it caused the realtor to call first thing this morning, on a day when the kids have a 'no school day', when we are lazing around in our pyjamas, with the remains of last night's school harvest party surrounding us, beds unmade, laundry in piles ready to wash etc...you get the picture don't you, basically a typical morning in most households that contain kids and pets.

i had not achieved breakfast or worse still, drunk my morning tea and so there was nothing to do about it except pull out all the stops and run the show like a military operation..

"our #1, you can vacuum upstairs, downstairs and in between"

"okay" she replies

"our #2..."
"sorry no can do, i have to take a shower" (she's fourteen, enough said)

"our #3, grab the tub of Method wipes and get to work on all the sinks, remove all 'spat out, dried up' toothpaste...plus get those toilets clean"

"okay" he replies whilst donning my pink washing up gloves

"our #4, you get the duster and start dusting every surface that you can find"

"yipee" he says "my favorite job"

after ten minutes of some serious 'buckling down' to the tasks in hand the phone rings, it's a friend for our #4. i hear him say "i'll be out in a minute i just have to finish dusting"

enough to warm any woman's heart i feel...and i wished right there and then for my boys to always be man enough to say in life "i just have to finish dusting" and possibly whilst wearing pink washing up gloves...

wishing you lovely thoughts for the weekend ~ Tif