Monday, August 21, 2006

The Cardigan

Ellie is a very lucky girl - not only can her Nana, and great-grandma knit for her but so can her Auntie!!

See the evidence. Yes I know that Ellie's head is chopped off in some of these, but for once it's not about Ellie (!). It's about the cardigan. It fits beautifully, with a little room for growth. (The sleeves are turned over once)

PS the beautiful subtle colours of the cardigan are not best set off by the stripy dress, but it's what Ellie was wearing when it came in the post.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Me Myself and I

Your Birthdate: July 29

You have the mind of an artist, even if you haven't developed the talent yet.

Expressive and aware, you enjoy finding new ways to share your feelings.

You often feel like you don't fit in - especially in traditional environments.

You have big dreams. The problem is putting those dreams into action.

Your strength: Your vivid imagination

Your weakness: Fear of failure

Your power color: Coral

Your power symbol: Oval

Your power month: November

Sometimes you read these things and they ring true (usally when they are vague or flattering I suspect) but this one hasn't. Which is leading me down a path of uncertain introspection... what do I think the answer should have been?

No time to go into details now, Ellie has a swimming lesson to go to, but watch this space!

Friday, August 11, 2006

York Maze

Last weekend we went to York Maze with Ellie's godfather (to be). We had a great time. There was a very big maze (Star Trek themed this year). There was a little 'maze of illusions'. There were animals to see, games to be played, and ice lollies to be eaten. What fun!!!

(Ellie particularly loved having 'long legs' but was a bit concerned at the next mirror when they had disappeared!)

Saturday, August 05, 2006

The Bag

A story of identity?

Once upon a time, our heroine had a handbag. The handbag was nothing special. It wasn't a designer label. It didn't hold incredible secrets. Just a purse, mobile phone, keys, hairbrush, mascara, lipstick, tissues, tampons etc. But it went everywhere with her - our heroine would not have dreamt about stepping across the threshold of her house without it.

Then she had a baby. The first couple of times she left the house with the baby she took the handbag with the baby and the baby's changing bag. But she simply did not have enough hands to hold the baby, the baby's buggy/car seat, the changing bag, and her handbag. So she took the purse, the mobile phone and the keys out of the handbag and put them in a pocket of the changing bag.

As the baby got older, more and more things were put into the changing bag - cups, feeding utensils, books, plastic toys as well as nappies, wipes and bags. And the purse, mobile phone and keys were still in a pocket too. The handbag that had been hung up in the closet, still with the mascara and lipstick inside it, was hardly given a second thought.

One day, our heroine realised that she did not need to take such a big, heavy, changing bag if she was only going out for a short while, and so she found an old (big) handbag and put into it some wipes, tissues, a spare nappy and a couple of nappy bags, as well as her purse, keys and phone. Now on the rare occasions when she is going out without her child - in a rush she takes the handbag with her, having fought hard to squeeze in a comb and lipstick amidst the wipes and tissues. It is only when she is out surrounded by others with tiny, pretty, handbags that she realises she could have used a different bag with just her things inside.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

My baby

Some moments she seems so grown up that I can't believe she is only 2. Other moments she is so clearly still my baby.
It makes my head hurt and my heart melt.

(This would be a much longer post, but apparently the computer is needed to see Razzle Dazzle and Mr Tumble )

Anyone for Tea?

There we were sat around the dining table at teatime the other day, when Ellie spotted a visitor stolling along our garden towards our window...