Sunday, November 19, 2017

We went camping and it was ok.


Remember how I wrote about reclaiming summer? Well a few months ago in the dead of winter, I was working one Saturday and decided there had to be more to life than work. I rang up and booked a camping site by the sea; and this weekend we went to stay. 


Every step felt like an achievement...
Convinced the Resident Teen to come with us {check}
Packed the car {check}
Drove to Kaikoura {check}
Set up the campsite {check}
Enjoyed each other’s company {check}
Took a nap {check}
Are camping food (nachos, macaroni cheese, pancakes, sausages) {check}
Did some stitching {check}
Lit a fire {check}
Watched the sunrise {check}
Fitted everything back in the car {check}
Made it hope safely {check} 


We did it all. We may have accidentally taken the tent without poles or fly and had to sleep in the gazebo. We may not have rated a single vegetable unless you count an onion. 

But we went away, we loved watching the sea do it’s thing and we enjoyed being with each other. 


There may have been some preliminary yelling by me, 
but on the whole even the Resident Teen seemed to enjoy himself. 

Funniest moment: feeding the seagulls the leftover two minute noodles
and Chrissy says (in a seagull voice) "ooh what's this? spicy worms!".
Still chuckling over that one.



So if we can save enough $$$ we plan to try again at Christmas. 
Next time we will take the dog lead, 
breadboard, sharp knife and the sunscreen, 
oh and a proper tent and a water container.
Oh and a tent. Ahem. 

We’re calling it #winningatlife

Monday, November 13, 2017

A bunch of excuses {about why I'm a terrible friend}


Recently I became aware that a couple of people who I thought were good friends
had decided not to be my friend anymore. (Thanks Facebook)
I was mortified and messaged one of them (before I realised there was two
and then I stopped looking hahaha)
and apologised for being a terrible friend.


But apparently my blog is depressing and I'm never around
and so they decided I wasn't worth the hassle.
My blog might be depressing, (I do try really hard not to make it depressing)
but life is hard and I'm not going to sugar coat it.
I mean, I'm all about the real and I've never apologised for that.


But I am a pretty terrible friend. I don't have a lot of spare time 
and then when I do I tend to need to sit in a quiet space and sew
otherwise I'll go stark raving mad and nobody wants that.

Also I'm not particularly interesting, 
well unless you like quilting and knitting and growing houseplants.
So I don't have a lot of topics of conversation.


Working full time and living in Rolleston really eats all of my time
and more energy than I really have.
I realise these sound like pretty lame excuses.
But it is what it is.


On Saturday I was helping at the school fair and I'd done my bit,
so I wandered around hoping to find someone to hang with.
And who did I run into but the lovely, amazing,
the incredible Miriam. She brought me a piece of cake
and we sat and ate cake and chatted.

It felt so good. So on Sunday I messaged an other friend
for a Coffee and Kmart date and she said yes.

So here's to me, trying hard to be a better friend,
more available, more present and more there for people.

Baby steps people, baby steps.

Friday, November 10, 2017

Grey days and hopeful hearts.


 Last weekend I pulled out my paper pieced hearts. Last time I did this (a few months ago) I realised that the colours didn't go together and I couldn't come up with a solution so I put them away to marinate in the cupboard for a while. This time though I laid them out and tried again to make them work together. In the end I picked out all the discordant hearts and decided to do something with them.


I remembered that I had some grey background in my stash, so I pulled that out and there was the beginnings of a project. This week, I've been coming home from work and after dinner I've been stitching those hearts together and gradually a project has emerged that I really really like.

How cool that the ugly pieces, the ones that didn't match, the pieces that got put aside; those are the pieces that have come together to make a quilt that I think is simple but harmonious.


It is not a mistake that I notice this right now. This week that has been so hard for so many reasons. A week when I learned some hard lessons, I struggled and acknowledged my shortfalls.
This week I took out the disused and ugly pieces of my life and
had to find a way to make it all work together.


Life isn't all sunshine and roses, sometimes it is grey grey days 
and struggles. Sometimes it is tears and heart ache.
Sometimes it is fears and worries.

But this week ask I've stitched my grey hearts together,
I'm remembering that the hard things are the things that help us
to work out what is really important,
to hold onto the good things and to make peace with the things
that seem hard. 




This week I'm grateful for two amazing jobs that challenge me out of my comfort zone.
I'm grateful for friends with kind forgiving hearts.
I'm grateful for oven fries for dinner and for fresh eggs from the chickens.
I'm grateful for a home where we can laugh with each other,
most of all I'm grateful for a hopeful future.