Sunday, 25 January 2015

My finished 'Corner to Corner' scrapghan

Those of you who know me or have followed my crafty antics for some time will know that large projects, in particular blankets, very rarely see completion. I am pleased to say that I feel like I'm making a bit of personal history today; I have surprised myself and actually FINISHED SOMETHING! The corner to corner afghan was something I had wanted to try and it seemed like the perfect way to cull down a few (yes a few) of my scraps into something useful. How useful a crocheted blanket is going to be Darwin I have no idea, but it will definitely look lovely on our not-so-lovely couch where over time it will get covered in baby slobber (possibly puke), dog hair and sticky substances often found on the hands of toddlers. That doesn't matter though. What's the use in spending time working on something just to stow it away in a box? My scraps collection is back under control. I plan on starting another scrapghan as soon as I decide which design to go with next and really work on clearing out some more space (for new yarn... obviously). That, and whilst my husband has been supportive of my crochet habit, I don't think he is keen on bits of yarn living on nearly every surface in the house. 

So without further ado, I present to you my finished corner to corner scrapghan!

P.s That's one WIP down, baby!! Woohoo! *looks at unfinished pile of other projects* I'll get to those too eventually *wink*

These are my 'in progress' photos I'd uploaded to Instagram along the way. I always like to keep a photo journal of progress for things like this. 









Friday, 16 January 2015

Light at the end of the tunnel

This past fortnight has been one of the hardest periods of time for our little family that we've experienced so far. Our little one caught the same cold both my husband and I had and was having a really rough time of it with such a stuffed up little nose, horrible sounding cough and hardly eating. A couple of days in he went from being fussy and unsettled to inconsolable, extremely irritable and so far out of sorts we didn't know what to do with him. We realised that whilst he was sick, his eye teeth were also beginning to come through and from what I've read, and what the girls in my due date group were also going through at the time, the eye teeth can be the cause of the most trouble as far as teething goes. We had two weeks of trying to get through the days and nights with a 16 month old who refused all food we tried to offer him, and who refused to nap for longer than 45 minutes a day, was difficult to settle to sleep at night and who woke frequently with coughing fits that resulted in the three of us sitting in our tiny bathroom trying to fill the room with as much steam and Vicks vapours as we could. He didn't want to leave either mine or his father's side (his preference switched back and forth from day to day), and was in tears most of the time. It was a truly awful thing to watch happen to a child and you wouldn't believe the stress levels in our house over that time. Needless to say a lot of cleaning and general housework didn't happen, there were plenty of fights to be had, and our diet consisted mostly of what could be acquired through a drive through. Thankfully it's the beginning of the work year for my husband so for the days when neither Lynton or I could cope, he was able to help us. I've still been struggling with my morning sickness 24 weeks in, then the cold that refused to let up making everything 100 times worse. It was definitely a struggle. As if that wasn't enough, the poor kid managed to fall off the back step and bump his head AND slip over outside on the varendah splitting open his lip and bumping his poor newly broken through teeth in the same week!

But these past couple of days have seen a big improvement for everyone, especially our son, who seems to have settled back into his regular nap pattern and is generally happier during the day than he has been. Unfortunately he doesn't have his appetite back yet and has somehow been surviving on yoghurt pouches and chicken dinosaurs but we're getting there. Today has been particularly hopeful! The little guy spent the first two hours before his sleep this morning playing by himself and just calmly going from toy to toy and helping me to sweep the floor with the occasional hug request. He was still in his jammies, so there is no refusing hugs from a toddler when they're in jammies. Babies in jammies must be snuggled.

So it turns out there is light at the end of the tunnel and everything seems to be settling down again finally! I'm so glad that our boy is on the mend, and I'm sure he'll be back to stealing the food off our plates again very soon.

Thursday, 8 January 2015

We've got the parenting blues this week.

It's hard not to feel 'bleh' about everything when you're sick. My husband, 15 month old and I all have a cold at the moment and the past few days have been a struggle. Hubby went back to work on Monday this week after having a month off at home, he'd been sick for the last week and I was counting my blessings that my son and I had managed to avoid catching it. Naturally, we both fell sick Sunday night. Poor little bubba has had a rough time of it this week, his nose is all stuffed up and running all over the place, he has an awful sounding cough, nappy rash from having sick poo, and to top it all off he is teething more molars AND yesterday he took a tumble whilst outside and managed to bump his head on the concrete step. He has a bit of a red bump. He really has just been in the wars lately! We've both been plodding through the day as best we can which isn't easy when you aren't feeling 100%. Typical. My husband gets sick when he's home and can rest/eat whatever/do whatever then I get sick and it's full on 'take care of baby mode' after a month of having help around. It has definitely felt like we've been thrown out of the frying pan and into the fire.

I guess I've been feeling really 'bleh' about my crochet lately too. Too many thoughts on that to write about, but basically I've been feeling in a rut about it for a few months and I'm having trouble working out where I'm going with it. I guess there's a distinct line that's been forming between what I really want to do with it, and what I want out of it and then on the other side is how it's really been going, the direction it's taking and my not feeling overly satisfied with it. I love to crochet, that isn't the problem...it's just the things I want to be doing aren't happening. That's all a bit vague isn't it?
The thing is that there are blogs, magazine authors and pattern designers that I really admire that have (miraculously) put so much into their craft that they've made something of themselves doing it. I don't expect in this day and age to form a career out of crochet, I am unfortunately too much of a realist to believe that is possible, but there are certain goals and dreams I'd like to see come true in my life time. I completely believe that I have something to offer, I just don't know exactly what that is yet or where there is in the world for me to offer it. Maybe I'm just expecting a path to carve out in front of me or maybe I just want something to happen faster? See? It's a scary and confusing place inside my brain!! I like to be out of it whenever possible, coffee helps there. And ignorance. (Yes, yes, bad pregnant mummy still has a cup of instant coffee a day).

Anyway, how has the beginning of this fabulous new year been treating you? Any big plans? I know a lot of people who can expect to see great things come from 2015 and I'm excited to follow their journeys. I don't know what it holds for us yet. It means welcoming a new baby to our upside down kind of life! That is certainly something to be happy and excited about :-) If I'm totally honest with you, I'm terrified of having a newborn and an under 2 year old in the same house with just me the majority of the time to care for them both. I'm not totally convinced I'm capable of it, but we'll just take it as it comes and hope that it will work out somehow. As it is I've spent the past hour trying to get my little one to take a sleep, he's already been let out once for another short play and a cuddle and I thought he'd sleep the second time but the crying is telling me otherwise. How on earth do I do this with two?!