4 weeks till my baby "wiggle "is due.... (June 10th) and today, with a little help, well a lot of help off of J. I managed somehow to organise all baby stuff into a new chest of draws.
J is shocked how small you can get baby nappies and mitts...
All packed into 3 big deep draws is a range from bathing towels flannels and 1 or 2 toys for when she is bigger.... changing and cleaning bits and bobs and a wide range of wardrobe ranged between 0-12 months old (bigger stuff in the bottom draw).... home made blankies and cardies made by Nany Lou (Manx girl), a neighbour and myself.
J cant wait for her to arrive. He has that sparkling eye look and goes all giddy when holding a teddy or "wiggle's" clothes... He was determined to be the one to place clothes in the draws.
Also pram is in safe place, nicknamed the "chealsea tractor" (posh range rover), because it has everything, car seat included. It is considered bad luck to have the pram in the house until baby is born.
Baby's bed is all set up, all bottles ect.. at the ready... and "the bag" (its big enough) is ready with pregnancy notes in handbag at all times....
I think I'm as set as I'm going to get.... eeek!!!!!
Monday, 13 May 2013
Monday, 29 April 2013
dragons and pixies......
full of mischief......
This pretty in pink is my favorite painting at the moment.
The tower of refuge on the Isle of Man
Old and Battered, still got some fight in him.
"you woke me up!"
im still doodling and scribbling.....
these ended up in the book. each on a new page.. (now on volume III) they work well as a starting point for a rampage of scribbling, or pretty distractions from a rant and rave of putting the world to rights.
thought pattern. A5 size.... when not wanting to say anything.... colours say it for you especialy when theres loud music playing on headphones.
mum and nana's mothers day cards. yes, I love peacocks.
what started as "cleaning my pallet" turned to "making more mess"...
My new Hobby
A small handful of crochet of what I have managed to photograph so far....
A little blanket...made with three different stitches.
my bag that usually carts a nice bundle of wool around
one of a few headbands in many colours
practicing flowers..
a cushion that is waiting to sit in a cot as décor or as a comfort for Faith.
new beginings
Since my last blog..........
This last month and a half has been a big toughie.... on all of us...
Nana passed away on 13/3/13. It even snowed for her on her funeral.. she had a magical send off.. and one of her last wishes was to sing "the proclaimers 1000 miles" non of us could decide to laugh sing or cry so we did all of it at once....
Also hunny J's brother was taken from us on 29/3/13 at the age of 32. There was a 4 week wait for his funeral due to not knowing how he died. Turned out he had Pneumonia, and was too stubborn to go and see the doctor.
Its not all doom and gloom.
J and I have moved to Birmingham. There may be a protest or two amongst friends and family, but we feel less under pressure now and have only got one or two little things in the post still to come for our "Wiggle"....." Baby girl..!!!"
J is excited... wiggle AKA" Faith" (her middle names after her strong willed and hearted great grandmothers), is only six weeks away... give or take a day or two..
Nanny Lou, or to some of you manxgirl , has been crocheting blankies galore and a cardie.
Nanny S and "Pops"(J's parents) have bought a few outfits ranging between new bourn and a year old wardrobe.
There's also HAND ME DOWNS... all more or less only worn once from my best friend Eva.
And family air looms ranging between handmade dresses, bibs and cardies that my Nana's Nana made and some very fragile looking, but beautiful pram pillow Shams... all left to me and Faith in Nana's will.
Since Christmas, I've also started crocheting. there will be pictures of booties and things that I have made soon.....
This last month and a half has been a big toughie.... on all of us...
Nana passed away on 13/3/13. It even snowed for her on her funeral.. she had a magical send off.. and one of her last wishes was to sing "the proclaimers 1000 miles" non of us could decide to laugh sing or cry so we did all of it at once....
Also hunny J's brother was taken from us on 29/3/13 at the age of 32. There was a 4 week wait for his funeral due to not knowing how he died. Turned out he had Pneumonia, and was too stubborn to go and see the doctor.
Its not all doom and gloom.
J and I have moved to Birmingham. There may be a protest or two amongst friends and family, but we feel less under pressure now and have only got one or two little things in the post still to come for our "Wiggle"....." Baby girl..!!!"
J is excited... wiggle AKA" Faith" (her middle names after her strong willed and hearted great grandmothers), is only six weeks away... give or take a day or two..
Nanny Lou, or to some of you manxgirl , has been crocheting blankies galore and a cardie.
Nanny S and "Pops"(J's parents) have bought a few outfits ranging between new bourn and a year old wardrobe.
There's also HAND ME DOWNS... all more or less only worn once from my best friend Eva.
And family air looms ranging between handmade dresses, bibs and cardies that my Nana's Nana made and some very fragile looking, but beautiful pram pillow Shams... all left to me and Faith in Nana's will.
Since Christmas, I've also started crocheting. there will be pictures of booties and things that I have made soon.....
And there's Faith! At twenty weeks, giving us a little wave.
She's very active and loves "bunching" towards her daddy.
Friday, 16 November 2012
a bump and a holiday
im now aprox 8-9 weeks pregnant... can't wait to have my first scan... Been to see my doctor, she thinks baby will be healthy.
another thing when I came back from the mitre. Nana Penn isn't a well bunny... Mum and tolly (her hubby) have had to give up their lovly home to move back in and look after Nana... I hope she gets better... but thats not for us to decide is it?
2 things I dislike about being pregnant so far....
when in bed... Nevewr comfortable....
When work gets told... They strip you off your duties (as relief managment) and you go back to fighting over hours with 3 other people... less pennies...
Technicaly they shouldnt strip me of my duties. (most people say I should have Imortality).. I can still do alot of my job, the only thing I wouldnt be aloud to do is Move anything heavy.... Thats what male staff or non pregnant staff are for. especialy since Im only little.
The rest is paper work, pennies and making sure that staff and customers are happy. Stock reports, Orders and being on site, especcialy during busy times. EASY...
Ive been on holiday too...
Ive just got back from 3 nights in Edinburgh (Scotland).. Pampered with spa treatments and 3 course meals for 2 nights and breakfasts in the Carlton hotel. Lovly spacious room with a view of the Scotsman hotel across the road and a bit of the city from the 2nd floor.
Saw edinburgh castle, The Scottish crown jewels, some stunningly well kept military uniforms and "gongs" (medals), The castles War Mamorial (felt as big as a cathederal), beautifully decorated rooms for kings and queens of old and I had a ghost experience.
I was in the military prison, this part looked fairly victorian. Was taking pictures of the cells and stairwells ect. my camera cut out, it wouldnt turn on and the cell I was stood in went freezing cold around my legs. the moment I walked back out of the prison area, my camera switched itself back on. I havn't inspected any pictures yet...
I spent my last night in the 5Star Scotsman hotel... WOW... we had a study room (nearly as posh as having the penthouse) we were 9th floor (10th being the penthouse).. Posh big comfey bed, a small ensuit shower and loo and on the other side of the room was a little set of stairs into a 180 view of Edinburgh and a big victorian bath (and yes it was the best bath I've ever had) it felt like a swimming pool. we also had a complimentary breakfastmin the stunning resturant... all wooden panels and bannisters.. HunniJ and i didn't want to leave, we are already planning to go again... not quite so soon... after baby is born.....
Back home and today Hunni J and I are going to see Mum and gather any last things I wish to keep from her old home, My easle and if any of my pottery is still there. maybe a few other bits too.
At some point soon I will manage to put some pictures up... need to load them up on the computer first.
Right time to go.....
another thing when I came back from the mitre. Nana Penn isn't a well bunny... Mum and tolly (her hubby) have had to give up their lovly home to move back in and look after Nana... I hope she gets better... but thats not for us to decide is it?
2 things I dislike about being pregnant so far....
when in bed... Nevewr comfortable....
When work gets told... They strip you off your duties (as relief managment) and you go back to fighting over hours with 3 other people... less pennies...
Technicaly they shouldnt strip me of my duties. (most people say I should have Imortality).. I can still do alot of my job, the only thing I wouldnt be aloud to do is Move anything heavy.... Thats what male staff or non pregnant staff are for. especialy since Im only little.
The rest is paper work, pennies and making sure that staff and customers are happy. Stock reports, Orders and being on site, especcialy during busy times. EASY...
Ive been on holiday too...
Ive just got back from 3 nights in Edinburgh (Scotland).. Pampered with spa treatments and 3 course meals for 2 nights and breakfasts in the Carlton hotel. Lovly spacious room with a view of the Scotsman hotel across the road and a bit of the city from the 2nd floor.
Saw edinburgh castle, The Scottish crown jewels, some stunningly well kept military uniforms and "gongs" (medals), The castles War Mamorial (felt as big as a cathederal), beautifully decorated rooms for kings and queens of old and I had a ghost experience.
I was in the military prison, this part looked fairly victorian. Was taking pictures of the cells and stairwells ect. my camera cut out, it wouldnt turn on and the cell I was stood in went freezing cold around my legs. the moment I walked back out of the prison area, my camera switched itself back on. I havn't inspected any pictures yet...
I spent my last night in the 5Star Scotsman hotel... WOW... we had a study room (nearly as posh as having the penthouse) we were 9th floor (10th being the penthouse).. Posh big comfey bed, a small ensuit shower and loo and on the other side of the room was a little set of stairs into a 180 view of Edinburgh and a big victorian bath (and yes it was the best bath I've ever had) it felt like a swimming pool. we also had a complimentary breakfastmin the stunning resturant... all wooden panels and bannisters.. HunniJ and i didn't want to leave, we are already planning to go again... not quite so soon... after baby is born.....
Back home and today Hunni J and I are going to see Mum and gather any last things I wish to keep from her old home, My easle and if any of my pottery is still there. maybe a few other bits too.
At some point soon I will manage to put some pictures up... need to load them up on the computer first.
Right time to go.....
the Pinewood and the Mitre
When I last posted Properly, I was in the 5th week at the Pinewood.
It was my Birthday on the 6th week.
A small community public house on the other side of Town from where I lived. There was no accomodation above it, so I had to taxi it every day (work paid for my taxis).
Yes... 80 odd hour weeks.... with 1 member of staff who only did half the cleaning and 6 hours behind the bar.... She didn't do weekends at all.
That was for 14 weeks, I had even applied for the pub, to get at least 1 diecent member of staff and get bands ect on the go since they wouldnt let me whilst on relief.....
They gave it to someone else, closer to retirement age.... I was gutted.
On the 14th week There was a move, Out to Kirk Michael... A beautiful little village on the other side of the island, close to peel and a gorgeous little pub called THE MITRE... the oldest pub still going on the Isle of Man.......
The place was a mess when we got there.... Beer lines were filthey, 5 times I flushed through line cleaner on my first morning and on top cleaned them every 4/5 days till they were perfect (spotless).
Vermin wouldnt go near the kitchen, took 2 weeks for Hunni J and a deep cleaning man to scrub away the burnt crud on the stoves and friers. Myself and the careing manager tackled 9 large fridges and freezers out in the store and 3 smaller ones in the kitchen.... Aprox £200 worth of proffits in food alone got chucked away because it was opened for longer than 4 months or had turned to compost.
the bar itself just needed Lots of cleaning. the floor wasnt too bad, tables needed a good pollishing, glass and stock shelves needed a scrub, it stank of stale beer, sweat and mould. The new cleaner and I got to work right away and scrubbed everything.
The toilets....... (gents) you needed wellies to get in there. Plumber puts a new Loo in, doesnt seal it.. almost finnished the job just as hunni J and i left.... Another 5 weeks of loving having alittle bit of money that we didnt have to put away.
Another pub I would have happily run once the place was finaly cleared up. 5 weeks of scrubbing and getting to know some fantastic charecters, young and old.
My last week as landlady in the Mitre... Hunni J starts Noticing I hadn't been Myself. when I wasn't working behind the bar, All I wanted to do was curl up in a nice warm spot and read, or draw, anywhere quiet, wasnt in my usual natter to the customers way. The day before we left, We found out I was Aprox 4 weeks Pregnant....
It was my Birthday on the 6th week.
A small community public house on the other side of Town from where I lived. There was no accomodation above it, so I had to taxi it every day (work paid for my taxis).
Yes... 80 odd hour weeks.... with 1 member of staff who only did half the cleaning and 6 hours behind the bar.... She didn't do weekends at all.
That was for 14 weeks, I had even applied for the pub, to get at least 1 diecent member of staff and get bands ect on the go since they wouldnt let me whilst on relief.....
They gave it to someone else, closer to retirement age.... I was gutted.
On the 14th week There was a move, Out to Kirk Michael... A beautiful little village on the other side of the island, close to peel and a gorgeous little pub called THE MITRE... the oldest pub still going on the Isle of Man.......
The place was a mess when we got there.... Beer lines were filthey, 5 times I flushed through line cleaner on my first morning and on top cleaned them every 4/5 days till they were perfect (spotless).
Vermin wouldnt go near the kitchen, took 2 weeks for Hunni J and a deep cleaning man to scrub away the burnt crud on the stoves and friers. Myself and the careing manager tackled 9 large fridges and freezers out in the store and 3 smaller ones in the kitchen.... Aprox £200 worth of proffits in food alone got chucked away because it was opened for longer than 4 months or had turned to compost.
the bar itself just needed Lots of cleaning. the floor wasnt too bad, tables needed a good pollishing, glass and stock shelves needed a scrub, it stank of stale beer, sweat and mould. The new cleaner and I got to work right away and scrubbed everything.
The toilets....... (gents) you needed wellies to get in there. Plumber puts a new Loo in, doesnt seal it.. almost finnished the job just as hunni J and i left.... Another 5 weeks of loving having alittle bit of money that we didnt have to put away.
Another pub I would have happily run once the place was finaly cleared up. 5 weeks of scrubbing and getting to know some fantastic charecters, young and old.
My last week as landlady in the Mitre... Hunni J starts Noticing I hadn't been Myself. when I wasn't working behind the bar, All I wanted to do was curl up in a nice warm spot and read, or draw, anywhere quiet, wasnt in my usual natter to the customers way. The day before we left, We found out I was Aprox 4 weeks Pregnant....
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