I was going to apologise for the unhappy #100happyday pics, but you know what? It’s my #100happydays and this is how I choose to celebrate it. I am quietly pleased and suprised by the way I have managed to find a wee little bit of happy in nearly every one of the days of the last month. I hope it has brought a wee little bit of happy to your days too. We all deserve some happy. xxx
Day 66. Oh what a glorious bombsite our house has become! The kitchen is bare, the island bench resides in the dining room, the 3 kids are all sharing 1 bedroom (rapt with that – not.), and there is furniture and stuff, heaps and heaps of stuff, everywhere. The few rooms that are not lucky enough to be receiving new floors, you cannot get into. And if I need to find some not-often-used item in the next week…heaven help me. And how special is the old kitchen carpet? The late 70’s, early 80’s sure has a lot to answer for. Luckily tho, my mum was not a fan of the Mission Brown/Orange combo that was sooo popular. Not sure which is more horrid, the old faded grotty bit or the pristine new bit under the island bench. I would love to say “What was my mother thinking?”, but in all honesty I reckon someone will say that about some of my interior decorating choices in another 35 years ;-0
4! Bloody hell, where has the time gone? I do love this kidlet absolutely silly, from top to bottom, sideways and inside out. Love.
I’ve never been a fan of putting the good stuff away, safe from sticky little fingers, prone to dropping things willy nilly. But I haven’t had any open shelving until now, so finally this and a few other precious bits have seen the light of day once more. I can so remember this sitting on my Grandmother’s dining table and I used to sit there and admire it for ages, never touching it of course! When Grandma passed away nearly 10 years ago, and her home was being packed up, Mum asked if I wanted it, of course, without hesitation, I said yes – I loved that thing! When it was handed to me, I couldn’t believe how small it was – in my child’s memory, it was huge – massive, covering a huge part of the table. Oh I love my child-memories and the huge-ness of everything. Don’t save the good stuff for good. Use it, love it, indulge in all your things shiny, bright and beautiful – that is what is was made for.
Day 69. Today was the Memorial Service for Bud. I thought about what to shoot for today’s #100happydays post all week and decided this was the most appropriate image I could come up with. To borrow the words of my sister “We fare-welled one of my favourite people in the world. I have never laughed so much on such and incredibly sad day. So many awesome memories, shared with friends of this special, crazy lady.” You see, it was a Memorial, not a funeral, time to remember and share those memories. And Bud was most definitely one of the funniest, craziest, most hilarious people on the planet. Oh how I am going to miss her.
I love watching the kids play in the mud, the exhilaration, the wonder, the mess. Inevitably they end up with mud absolutely everywhere – it takes days to dry out their wellies ready for the next expedition. Today it was bitterly cold out and when I stripped them off, their little bodies were like ice, poor mites. They loved every minute of it tho.
Day 71. Bye Mumma! And Connie is off to explore the world. Her bag always comes back with treasure a-plenty; rocks, stones, bugs, leaves, rusty old bits of wire, bones, which then needs to be pored over with lots of oohs and aahs. Then when all the stories have been told, she pops back outside and empties to lot with a “Look Mumma, plenty more room for another adventure”, (you will need to imagine your own impossibly cute 2yr old voice saying this…). I do so hope Connie always has plenty of room for another adventure.
Still not painted – I still have 4 years and 51 weeks up my sleeve. I have a feeling I am gonna need quite a few of them too. I need to be kidlet-free for this caper and that just doesn’t happen, except when they are asleep, and then I’m over it. Totally. Feet up, coffee, mag, blog, sew, draw, whatever. Painting kitchen cupboards, just does not rate. And that is the week that was – over a week ago;-) Carmen