Home Days

We're getting to that point in the holidays where none of us are sure what day of the week it is, or even what the actual date is. Honestly, the other day I spent a good five minutes trying to work out the date - without resorting to checking my phone - counting back in my head from things I knew were in the diary. We know it's August and, for the last couple of days, it's been warm and sunny, so that's all that matters.  After all those day trips and all that dashing about, this last week has settled down into a relaxed pace. We get up late. We might go to the park or the shops for bits and bobs. Various chores get done in a slapdash fashion and there is glorious pottering in the house and garden and general slobbing around. Garden pottering reached an all time high this afternoon when I spent two hours out there sitting in a chair, reading the paper and crocheting.

I picked some hydrangeas from the bush in my parents' front garden and spent a happy half hour fiddling around with them and faffing about with the mantel arrangement.

I've given up worrying about how balanced the mantel looks and just enjoy putting stuff on it.

Some mornings, after I've got up and made everyone breakfast, I get back into bed with a cup of tea and read for a while. This is the perfect time for reading. It's like when you read before you go to sleep because you're still in your pyjamas, but better because you're awake. I'm reading Where'd You Go, Bernadette. It's completely and utterly brilliant, and very very funny. Quite good considering I chose it from the library because I liked the cover.

A few new house purchases have been made, including this print from Inaluxe which I love for it's colours and the stylised floral design. I do love a stylised flower.

And some new bedding. I've only bought plain white bedding for as long as I can remember, but I am ready for a change and this yellow is so cheery and perfect with the blue wall in our bedroom.

Every now and then I demand all iPads, TVs and other screens be turned off and force my children to Play With Their Toys, evil mother that I am. Bella can play on her own for hours without any intervention from anyone, but Angus needs a prod in the right direction. I was quite amused to see T-Rex driving Barbie's convertible. 

This has become a favourite park.

The size of the playground seems to suit them so well; not to babyish, or too big. I get to sit on a bench or rock and crochet while they play.

Over the last few weeks I've been working on two net bags, to be used as storage. I didn't plan it that way, but the colours mirror the pinks and blues in the jug of hydrangeas on the table. 

And finally, I've ordered the pattern and yarn for this throw. I didn't really need another blanket to be working on, but I love the colours here so, so much, and have never tried corner to corner crochet, so I'm looking forward to taking this on holiday with me.

Crafting aside, I've also been cracking the whip on the DIY front now, and we finally have a proper light in our dining room after months living with a bare light bulb. I'll take some photos and show you that soon. I hope you're all enjoying the holidays too, wherever you are.