One of the lovely things about having girls, is that I get to sew for them. Using the loveliest, sweetest girly colours and buttons with lace and all the trimmings. And so I'm sewing a few summer things for them right now.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
a cup of tea
Another thing about me, I LOVE TEA. I don't actually even know wether I can live without tea, I'm way too scared to try. A real teapot, me. You know how mommies say they never manage to finish their mugs of whatever it is they drink, and so there are half full, icy cold mugs all around the house? Well, that never happens to me, I cradle my tea in my hand and walk around with it, and HATE when I've swallowed the last sip. I drink it piping hot, so it's always finished in next to no time at all. The only bad thing is, I need the loo every so often. So, I've developed a bit of a habit. I have my first cup of tea, and then a while later I need the loo, and immediately go make myself the next cup. Tea follows immediately after a trip to the ladies.
So now picture this, I drink my tea piping hot, as I've mentioned, I drink it as I've poured it. I also, when I can, make it in a pot, and then pour it into the thin-rimmed, mind you, mug. But imagine my irritation, when I boil the kettle, and as I pour it into the pot, realise there is only about 50ml of water in the kettle! Well, no wonder it took only a few seconds to boil?!? And then, I decide, to avoid it happening again, I pour about a litre of water in the kettle before boiling it a second time. So now I have 50ml of rapidly cooling "tea" waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting for it's top up of water. Lesson learnt. To avoid irritation, never become fussy or spoilt about anything. Keep it simple.
So now picture this, I drink my tea piping hot, as I've mentioned, I drink it as I've poured it. I also, when I can, make it in a pot, and then pour it into the thin-rimmed, mind you, mug. But imagine my irritation, when I boil the kettle, and as I pour it into the pot, realise there is only about 50ml of water in the kettle! Well, no wonder it took only a few seconds to boil?!? And then, I decide, to avoid it happening again, I pour about a litre of water in the kettle before boiling it a second time. So now I have 50ml of rapidly cooling "tea" waiting, and waiting and waiting and waiting for it's top up of water. Lesson learnt. To avoid irritation, never become fussy or spoilt about anything. Keep it simple.
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
The Cross I Bear
I've always been a tense, nervous person. I'm a perfectionist, unfortunately. In my opinion there is more bad than good to perfectionism. The biggest 'thing' to perfectionism is that your best is never good enough. You can somehow never measure up. I know this to be a lie. But, do you think I can tell my mind that? Nope, it gets lost in translation, every single time. And so, I struggle with anxiety. On and off, better then worse, perpetually. Oi. (Hey, there's that word again!)
Anyway, back to the point. Anxiety is the cross I bear. I believe everyone has a cross they bear, a hardship that makes life hard somwtimes. Some crosses are very obvious, like obesity. Some are very easy to hide. Not everyone has the courage to trust someone with the thing they struggle with. Maybe that's pride. We cannot be superwife, supermom, superperson. It's liberating to really believe that, and be ok with it. Tell someone what your problem is, when you do, you don't bear your cross alone anymore.
Anyway, back to the point. Anxiety is the cross I bear. I believe everyone has a cross they bear, a hardship that makes life hard somwtimes. Some crosses are very obvious, like obesity. Some are very easy to hide. Not everyone has the courage to trust someone with the thing they struggle with. Maybe that's pride. We cannot be superwife, supermom, superperson. It's liberating to really believe that, and be ok with it. Tell someone what your problem is, when you do, you don't bear your cross alone anymore.
Thursday, 29 September 2011
exlanations
Ok, so in order to know a bit more about me, it is important to know a bit more about my children. Otherwise no one will ever make sense of this blog, there are after all four of them, thus so easy to confuse name, number, placing. They all have big personalities.
Mia, firstborn, turns nine in November. Intelligent, of course! How in the world would she not be, we knew it the day she was born. You know, your first is born, you take one look at them and just KNOW, this child is genius, she's going to be president. More realistically, she probably will follow her dad into business.
By the time Julia was born 2 years later, Mia had sobered us up a bit. Julia would probably not be president, but, she would definitely be top in her class, we can't after all, lower the standard too much. According to Julia, she'll be a designer.
Olivia, almost four, arrived 3 years after Julia. And well, if we ever had moulds or standards for our children, Olivia managed to smash all that to pieces. Here was a girl, much like her mother, who was too stubborn and strong-willed to fit in anybody's mould. Olivia is going to do things her way, thank you very much!
David, born 2 years and 2 months after Olivia-individuality, is just the most placid laid-back boy. Just like his Daddy.
The photo above just is so loaded. David is a little, ok a lot, snotty and so fed up with this photo shoot. Julia is just loving that SHE can hold him, and be posing while doing so. Mia is sweetly looking over at David to see how she can help. Olivia is more than a little perturbed. This noisiness, and the fact that she has to conform, is just absolutely cramping her style. The photo is not so much here because it is so beautiful, but because it's real and says so much.
So, my life is more than a little colourful, but I love it. I feel so blessed and fulfilled.
Mia, firstborn, turns nine in November. Intelligent, of course! How in the world would she not be, we knew it the day she was born. You know, your first is born, you take one look at them and just KNOW, this child is genius, she's going to be president. More realistically, she probably will follow her dad into business.
By the time Julia was born 2 years later, Mia had sobered us up a bit. Julia would probably not be president, but, she would definitely be top in her class, we can't after all, lower the standard too much. According to Julia, she'll be a designer.
Olivia, almost four, arrived 3 years after Julia. And well, if we ever had moulds or standards for our children, Olivia managed to smash all that to pieces. Here was a girl, much like her mother, who was too stubborn and strong-willed to fit in anybody's mould. Olivia is going to do things her way, thank you very much!
David, born 2 years and 2 months after Olivia-individuality, is just the most placid laid-back boy. Just like his Daddy.
The photo above just is so loaded. David is a little, ok a lot, snotty and so fed up with this photo shoot. Julia is just loving that SHE can hold him, and be posing while doing so. Mia is sweetly looking over at David to see how she can help. Olivia is more than a little perturbed. This noisiness, and the fact that she has to conform, is just absolutely cramping her style. The photo is not so much here because it is so beautiful, but because it's real and says so much.
So, my life is more than a little colourful, but I love it. I feel so blessed and fulfilled.
oi
"Oi? Why oi?" says my clever daughter. "Mama, make a bit more sense!" Well, oi because I am so clueless, so technologically handicapped, that I don't even know what made me start blogging. I just often have words in my head that I want to put down somewhere, so bear with me. I have a lot to learn. Here we go.......
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