I'm slightly potty about fonts! It's sort of snuck up on me but I realise that so much of what appeals to me is about lettering. All the lovely disparate lettering on these old ice cream tubs next to the good old classic penguin books. Heavenly.
Anyway, on another note I'm really keen to get back onto an even keel. The children are a bit like wild animals and they're constantly HUNGRY. Yesterday we bought new cycle helmets for Rufus and Ottilie and they insist on wearing them round the house which makes the place seem just a tiny bit more insane.
Friday, 4 January 2013
Thursday, 3 January 2013
Sock puppets
Thank heavens things are slightly back to normal. This morning sock puppet making has featured heavily (although almost as much fun painting the table with copydex and then rubbing it off) and some good old fashioned colouring in. I think I may do a bit of baking today with the children. Perhaps some biscuits with my new letter press cutters. I'll post the results later.
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Craspedia and tight jeans.
This morning I felt in need of some prettiness so I set about a little still life. I hope you like. I'm completely mad about these yellow flowers (Craspedia). They dominate most rooms in my house at the moment and featured heavily on our Christmas table. They also dry amazingly so last for ages. Ain't nature grand.
My children are upstairs playing and I just heard Ottilie say to Rufus 'what is it brother bull? I think this game is about baby bulls! Good start to the New Year I say, a good solid bit of imaginary play.
Anyway back to the pressing matter of my shrinking in size. I have had to adopt the actual act of wearing my boyfriends jeans which I don't think is necessarily the point of the fashion phrase. It's just that none of mine fit anymore, but I shall not let it plunge me into the biscuit tin.
My children are upstairs playing and I just heard Ottilie say to Rufus 'what is it brother bull? I think this game is about baby bulls! Good start to the New Year I say, a good solid bit of imaginary play.
Anyway back to the pressing matter of my shrinking in size. I have had to adopt the actual act of wearing my boyfriends jeans which I don't think is necessarily the point of the fashion phrase. It's just that none of mine fit anymore, but I shall not let it plunge me into the biscuit tin.
Tuesday, 1 January 2013
Props
Me props. That's it I'll stop now. Must go and lie on the sofa and watch Mary Poppins. It's obligatory New Years Day viewing.
Gingerbread house
Oh and I just wanted to pop this picture up taken at a Sunday lunch party this weekend. This was cleverly baked and constructed by Olivia aged 7. Isn't it lovely.
Some sort of resolution
This is it. I'm shaking off the confines of 2012 and in truly ridiculous cliched style am going to turn my life and body around in 2013. It begins with a distinct lack of alcohol and white flour products, followed swiftly by a good dose of New Year clearing out and a promise to be less short tempered with my children, nicer to my husband and do more home cooking. No really I mean it......I just found this image from Christmas Eve and decided it was a good visual reminder of my new start. More of what's on Rufus's stocking and less of what's on Ottilies!!
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