Monday morning, 10:27am. J is at work, but I am home with the three Lil Peeps at the start of our Easter holidays. We are all still in our pyjamas and I'm pretty much hoping it'll stay that way all day long. Don't intend to get dressed today, nope, will stay pyjama-clad for the whole of it. Haven't got much food in, but shopping doesn't fit very well with wearing pyjamas so we shall make do with what's in. I'm thinking a creamy, comforting risotto (some ham and slightly shrivelled button mushrooms have been located in the fridge, and I always have arborio rice in the cupboard). In fact, I might just dish it up into bowls and we'll eat it picnic style around the fire. It's blimmin freeeezing here today, people keep telling me that snow is forecast for goodness sake. Blankets and woolly socks and pyjamas and bowls of hot comfort food around the fire sounds delightful, doesn't it? We'll just have to ignore the fact that it's April and pretend Spring hasn't supposed to've started yet.
We have nothing planned for this week. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. I'm hoping for happy children who entertain themselves and require very little attention from me (so far so good). I'm thinking if I just make sure to provide food at all the right times, then they might just be good enough to look after themselves. Maybe we won't get dressed all week.
Sounds a bit lack-lustre I know, but hey, I've been poorly. Like reeeeeally crappity-crap poorly in bed all day yesterday. Some sort of bug crept in and laid me low, the bug also crept into Little B as he spent the whole of yesterday throwing up. Sometimes we managed to get it into his little blue bucket, but a lot of it landed on bed, sofa, floor, and me. Today Little B is bright as a button and ravenously hungry. Me, not so much. I am loads better than yesterday, but not at all hungry (excepting for strawberries with sugar on) and still feeling wiped out. I think my legs are now made of stone, they are soooo heavy and tired.
So I am taking it gently, slowing the pace right down, not expecting too much. Sometimes when you're ill and spending lengthy times in bed drifting in and out of sleep, everything can seem a bit gloomy. I've been trying to think of some highlights of the past week to lighten my mood, remembering how good things essentially are and how rarely I am caught up in illness. For that I am truly thankful. I won something last week, it made me sooooo happy. I won, I won, I won! It arrived in double quick time, beautifully wrapped in pink paper with a stripy bow.
It's an apron that I won, a beautiful handmade spring-flower apron, made by the delightful Mrs Thomasina Tittlemouse. It's a joy to wear, and it inspired me to double-bake last week (a batch of iced buns and a tray of chewy fruity flapjack). I've also been wearing it Just Because. Just because I've been at home and pottering and apron-wearing makes me happy.
Something else came in the post last week, something I ordered on Etsy when I was going through a mad-crazy creative mental flurry with myself. I had been thinking of Connievan and how I would love to make her some cushions. Fabric patchworky ones, but not just fabric, no, something more, something kind of ribbony and braidy and ever so slightly over-the-topsy. I adore this type of woven ribbon/braid, it reminds me instantly of my childhood. I had fun searching through Etsy for the right thing and finally I found these all the way across the globe in Thailand. How exotic! I'm thinking strips of patchworked fabrics, with these braids and some ricrac running down the joins, can you picture it? Will keep you posted. Need to find a way to iron/cut/sew without a certain Little B meddling.
Something else that made me really unexpectedly happy last week was a comment from a Random Stranger. Not often that someone stops to tell me how great I look in what I'm wearing, in fact, I don't think it has ever happened to me before, not EvEr. But one morning last week when I was pushing Little B up through town, a man stopped me to tell me how much he liked all my bright colours. I had completely forgotten that I had slipped on my red crocs that morning, I looked down to see what the man was pointing at and was honestly stunned to see them still on my feet. I guess I must've looked quite jolly with my red feet, lime green coat, turquoise bag and pink polka dot scarf. My turquoise bag (from Fat Face) is falling apart a little....I'm trying to come up with a crochet alternative, possibly using my "Spot Square" pattern (pictured in this post, scroll down through the yarn-addiction, it's the 11th picture)
Other little bits of gentle goodness this past week have been the appearance of shoots. I have shoots!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, yes, some of my seeds have begun to sprout, and I am extremely happy about it. Above is the cosmos, but also my colander-calendula has sprouted, as have my morning glory. Now singing sweetly to the nasturtiums as they are not yet showing any signs of sprouting. Cummon nasturtiums, where aaaarrrrrreeeee yooooooooooooooou?!
I planted a passion flower this morning. Went out to put rubbish in the bin and saw the little passion flower I bought last week from the supermarket still all trussed up in it's plastic wrapping. So I busily got to work with a little spade and transplanted it into my big blue glazed pot. I hope it won't mind the cold weather we're having, I have high hopes for this gorgeous, scrambling beauty. Grow little plant, grow.
11.38 now. My gentle pyjama morning was sullied about 38 minutes ago when the Window Man arrived on the doorstep. Jeez, why can I not remember these things??? Had totally forgot he was coming, so I had the hideous embarrassment of trying to talk about Replacement Windows and FENSA law whilst wearing bedwear and bed head. Oh well. At least I had brushed my teeth.
Well......feeling a bit wobbly and heavy behind my eyes again now, so I shall slope off and crawl under a blanket with my two Littlies who are sat watching High School Musical. Gently does it.