About Me

An old post that sums it up really ...


I'm pretty chuffed or as would be said in Oz 'stoked' to have received this award from Melissa of Miss Sew & So.

A few months ago, as happens in blogland, I met Melissa.  Originally from the Northern Beaches she upped her life of hubby and 3 kiddos and embarked on an adventure in the northern hemisphere, setting up home in a North of England country town.  So you see we are kind of living our lives in reverse.  Thanks to Melissa for thinking of me, although I do feel I now have to rise to some sort of challenge in the style department.

To participate in this Award I share 7 things about me and pass it on to other bloggers.

My Seven:

One
First there was just me going about my business, just me on my own, not thinking at all about marriage, white dresses and walking up any aisle for anyone, anytime soon.   My vision of the future was me living in a little cottage in Ireland and morphing in That Crazy Old Woman that you have to have down your road, merrily crafting my way into oblivion.  Just to get it out of my system before this process began, I zipped down under to do that backpacking thing for a year.  Er hm, that was 19 years ago and I'm still here, because ...

Two
... One day in Downtown Manly, minding my own business, (as I was prone to doing) I bumped (literally) into this funny man, who turned out to be rather charming in the got my heart racing kind of way.  And then as they say, the rest is history.  Cue the white dress and walking down the isle for this special certain someone - who if you are reading this - can you please sort out the ceiling fan in the Fairy's room.

Three
For a couple of years My Mister and me rolled along, with brief encounters as he was usually to be found at the bottom of the deep blue sea, being a submariner and all that.  During his absences I crafted, practically decoupaging every object in sight.  I became the proud owner of a sewing machine and took a course to match.  After nine months with my head in a bucket and frequent IV hydration drips in my arm, along came Mr T (now 13 and taller than me).  So I became a Mummy, which is just an open licence to craft full time and egg boxes come free with eggs!

Four
And then we were four. Just as my Mr T was leaving early childhood and non-stop crafting behind my Miss O (aka Fairy, Monkey and things I never call her out loud) entered the picture.  This meant the non-stop crafting could continue and it's still going - she's now 7.

Five
Since having children my tear ducts have gone into overdrive.  I cry at concerts and award ceremonies even when I don't have a child of my own in the event.  When the 'Slipping Through My Fingers Song'' from Mama Mia starts I am just finished, it's over - haul out the tissues please.

Schoolbag in hand
She leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye
With an absent-minded smile
I watch her go
With a surge of that well-known sadness
And I have to sit down for a while
The feeling that I'm loosing her forever
And without really entering her world
I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter
That funny little girl

See what I mean? ... I'm a mess right now!

Tragically there are even adverts that bring a lump to my throat.

Six
At the age of 8 I learnt to crochet staying with my cousins on their farm up on  a hill in Ireland.  Sleeping 4 in a bed, two up, two down crochet hook in hand we spent nights hooking up row after row learning all the basic stitches.  I was addicted for a while and crocheted up a storm of odd remnant looking things that were clothes for my dolls.  When I returned to the farm on the hill the following year the cousins had moved onto making rugs.  This never became an addiction.  Last year my Little Miss asked to learn to knit, so we bought a book and needles and wool and off we set.  From this and being inspired by some of the beautiful blogs out there I returned to crochet. I'm still self teaching trying to learn how to read patterns, but not getting too far as it all looks like a mathematical problem to me, which never was my forte.


Seven
I'm thinking, 'make it good, don't waste this one'.  So blogging ... I started it as item of curiosity.  It started with Shannon Fricke and a teal velvet couch.  Then link after link, I became mesmerised by this online world. For over a year I visited blogland almost daily to view the news in styling and crafting.  One morning I had 5 minutes to spare and wondered if it was difficult to set up. No was the answer to that one.  So what next?  Didn't have too much trouble with that either, being a bit of a chatterbox.  And I love it!  I've come across many interesting gals out there, with positive outlooks and inspiring postings.  My grown up crafting me has been re-awakened and fired up. It has been a tool for me to believe in what I can do and I have been involved in a few projects recently that have resulted directly from my blog - more about that in a few weeks.  Man O'Mine honestly thinks it's a bit weird, but appreciates what I get out of it.  The upcoming year promises to be a busy one full of new adventures fuelled by my blogging exploits.

And here is that funny little girl
doing what she wanted to do on the last day of her holiday.
Baking ... in 32 degrees.
They were yummy.

Carmel

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