Sand in the sandwiches,
Sand in the tea,
Flat, wet sand running
Down to the sea.
Pools full of seaweed,
Shells and stones,
Damp bathing suits
And ice-cream cones.
Waves pouring in
To a sand-castle moat.
Mend the defenses!
Now we're afloat!
Water's for splashing,
Sand is for play.
A day by the sea
Is the best kind of day.

by Shirley Hughes

We braved the sea side on Monday.Llanddona on Anglesey. It was windy, really windy.
Angus had to sit on the beach tent to stop it blowing away.


I was determined to picnic on the beach, despite the wind, much to Grandmas amusement.

At least the weather was good for kite flying!


I did admit defeat eventually and allowed Grandma home to her warm fire, while we headed off for more seaside adventures at Penmon and a wander around Beaumaris.

We ended the day cosy in The Ship Inn at Red Wharf Bay, where we all ate delicious food before heading home.

Hey Megan, I need to send you some knickers! Email me with your address and I'll get them off to you asap. x

Today has been something of a wash out. I should have known really. I was far too organised last evening getting my machines set up for some sewing today. Ernest decided that last night he was going to wake up hourly, just enough to wake me up and then he'd settle for another hour.
Between 2 and 3am, I was up to pump, and then just as I sank back under the covers and closed my eyes Ernest woke again.
Thankfully we don't usually have too many nights like this, at least we haven't. I'm really hoping this isn't the sign of things to come.
Like most parents of small children I can cope with a certain level of sleep deprivation, but it doesn't take much more to push me over the edge.
Of course, I try to stay cheerful (actually Woody would wholeheartedly disagree with that statement today.),after all at least I have Ernest here to keep me awake. I'm all too aware of how it feels to be unable to sleep because your baby isn't waking you.
These knickers are pretty much the sum of my work today. Upcycled from a dress I never wore, and I want to give them away to one of my readers.
Do you know a baby girl these would suit? They would fit babies from around 3-6months, over a cloth or disposable nappy (though really it might have to be a slim fitting cloth nappy).
They would look adorable under a dress, even over tights for those of us heading into winter, but for my antipodean friends these can be simply teamed with a little t shirt and a sunhat...love love love chunky baby thighs and bare feet in the summer.
Just leave me a comment, tell me how you cope with lack of sleep...or if you do?
I'll use random.org to pick a winner on Tuesday 30th August.

Still finishing off things here and there in the kitchen.
A couple of chalk boards.

And a chair that needed a bit of love.
From this (too orange)

To this

There's still more to do, but I got to at least cross off a few things on the list.

We finally have a new kitchen, and it's even nearly finished.
I still need to paint the ceiling (booo hissss!), and we've yet to figure out what to do with the floor on no budget, but we have a working kitchen.
We had a very small budget to do the kitchen, and we've recycled the cabinets, the cooker, the door knobs,the tiles, and some hidden bits of wood, I can't think of the proper word for.

These tile decals came from a lovely seller on Etsy. I thought 12 would be enough, but I think I might have to order some more.
I think mostly I'm pleased with the sink, it was the only thing I insisted on having, mostly because I wanted to bath Ernest in it, and hopefully my future grand children too.

Is it crazy to buy your dead child a book?
I've wanted to buy this book for Florence for ages, but kept stopping myself, then a couple of days ago I just did it.
Maybe I am crazy, maybe those people whose eyes glaze over when I mention her again are right.
I'm not sure I really care if I am. I wanted a book I could read quietly in my head to my baby girl. I know she can't really hear me, but it soothes my soul to imagine that maybe just maybe...

You are my angel, my darling,
my star...and my love will find you,
wherever you are.

A timely reminder.

I flippin hate DIY !
I hate decorating, but funds don't stretch to getting anyone in to do it, and Woody isn't that great with a paint brush, so any painting jobs are all mine.
Today I'm painting the kitchen. I was meant to start yesterday, but kept finding other things to do instead, like taking the big girls school uniform shopping...yes even that particular hell is preferable to picking up the paint brush!
I keep telling myself, it'll all be worth it once I'm finished. Meanwhile I'm gritting my teeth, muttering to myself and believe me, there is resentment in every brush stroke.

We started the day early. Woody had made brioche for breakfast, and India had made flapjacks that hadn't set. She hadn't used enough syrup.
So we crumbled the non set flapjacks onto a baking tray, added raisins, dates and almonds and baked in the oven, for home made granola.

Delicious sprinked generously over greek yoghurt.

We had a house full of children today, my friend Lisa came over with her four children, and while they ate lunch we stood back and admired the fruit of our wombs!!
(There's no room at the table for us too, we have to wait for our lunch.)
Later, Ernest found the food waste recycling tub, and had fun pulling apart the tea bags...it could've been worse I suppose.

I'm amazed how quickly he can cause so much havoc.

Last night after I lit all the candles in the garden for Florence, we sat and ate apple cake in the kitchen, well Sid was asleep and India was watching the candles from her bedroom, but the rest of us ate cake. Woody and I drank tea, and I was glad to have my family just there, just being, and watching the glow of the candles and whispering goodnight to Florence.
Then the rain came,hard heavy rain that snuffed out the candles, but that was ok.

Today we had a trip out to Buxton on the train, and the rain just kept on coming. This time cold,and relentless.
We huddled in the bandstand with a couple of rain ragged crows for company. (And M, I thought of you and of Henry.)
After a warm up in a cafe, hot chocolates and cream teas, we were ready to face the rain once more.
Woody treated me to some lovely polish pottery egg cups, and a little pottery rabbit for Florence. I didn't tell him it was for Florence, I didn't have to.

Yesterday I finished Ernest's bubble suit. I had hoped he could wear it today and we could get some summery shots in the Pavillion Gardens, but the rain meant instead he was wearing legwarmers with his short dungarees and snuggling into me to keep warm.
Maybe we'll get more sun this holiday, I hope so, but I don't much mind the rain either.

Yay! I love a sewing day. Started off the day with a run...yep still running, albeit rather slowly.
I wanted to get going on the sewing by 9am, but there was tidying up to do, pumping, and budgeting....that wasn't nice at all.
I don't know if I ever mentioned here how I recently moved my sewing space back downstairs?
I just couldn't sew in the loft with Ernest crawling around the floor, it wasn't safe at all. So we moved this little desk downstairs, and it all packs away neatly when I'm not using it.

I should've taken a photo of it all packed away, but it's very neat , you'll just have to trust me on that.
I do have to steal a corner of the dining table for my overlocker.

The ironing board is set up in the kitchen.
I quite like being in the hub of the house, but I do miss being able to leave my machines set up ready to use.
One day I will have a beautiful studio....
Back to today's sewing, I got a whole pile of cloth baby wipes and face cloths whipped up out of the many millions of muslins I've collected over the years.

And I made a good start on this bubble suit.

Oh, I've cried some tears over this little romper. I designed it for Ernest to wear to my brothers wedding,but then the kitchen was midway through being installed, and I couldn't get to my machines, and I cried because I hadn't made Ernest anything at all for his birthday, and I felt like the worst mother in the world going out and buying him something to wear.
I still feel sad that he didn't get to wear it on his birthday (at my brothers wedding), but I'm trying to get over it.

Maybe I can finish it tomorrow. x

I've been cloud watching. I remember those days between Florence's birth and her burial when I would lay on my bed clutching a soft doll I wanted to smell of me before it could be placed in her coffin. I would lie there watching the clouds.

Tomorrow will be two years since her burial.I've never written much about that day. I probably never will.

So, second week of the summer hols already nearly over. It's been crazy!
Every year I think I'll get so much done, I'll work on my sketchbooks, and get through my sewing lists....
The reality is, I spend most of every day making meals and snacks and clearing up in between. Especially now Ernest has decided most food needs flinging far and wide as soon as it's placed in front of him, unless it's olives or chocolate!
I love it though, having them all home, not doing the school runs...just wish they would be a bit tidier.



Today we had a trip out to MOSI. The girls and I were not really looking forward to it, it's a bit of a geek fest for Woody and the big boys, especially Angus.
We had a good time though, and visited some of the buildings we usually don't have time for.
I loved the collections archive. All these miscellaneous items placed neatly behind glass in cupboards and drawers, rows and rows. I took photos, but wished I had time and a sketchbook with me.







I even got my camera out in the transport/aviation hall to photograph this plane because I loved the combination of the blue,the steel and the wood.



Ernest sang his way around, on my back before falling asleep.



Tomorrow, I'm promised a sewing day. I'm going to not think about how I should really be painting the kitchen walls. I'm going to sew!