It is December the 21st and I am in a room full of strangers (well, almost full and I am with my friend, E, who is awesomeness personified). In this room (almost) full of strangers are a series of trestle tables upon which are laid out a couple of hundred cadavers. No, I am not in some weird CSI nightmare, unless it is an avian massacre episode. Yes, my friends, I am in a room (almost) full of dead birds. In fact I am at a turkey auction. Happy Christmas everyone! Continue reading “Tinsel, Turkeys and Traditions (or a Christmas Story)”
I am continually amazed by the number of brilliant creatives who live in our neighbourhood. Artists, sculpture-ers, singers, seamstresses, writers, you name it we appear to have them. The best part of this is that they all appear to be willing to share their knowledge, especially with the younger members of our community. Continue reading “Arty Crafty”
So.
Half Term.
Two short words which, in the true spirit of four letter ones, evoke a diverse range of emotions… Continue reading “SS Half Term”
A child’s active creativity begins at a very early age. Practically from birth we encourage them to connect with the human beings who surround them. We convince ourselves that their poo face is actually an expression of delight. We marvel at how clever they are when they chew on the corner of the rug, or when they manage to pull themselves to standing.
Continue reading “Build ’em up. Knock ’em down. Brick Live!”
Last week featured Apple Day, a celebration of all things apple (just to clarify we are talking about the crunchy variety not the tech giant), so yesterday we decided to venture to Glastonbury and participate in the National Trust’s Apple Picking Event at the foot of Glastonbury Tor. It appears though that we were a little late for it as by the time we arrived the promised apple activities (apple pressing, apple art etc) were nowhere to be seen.
As I write this the rain is teeming down. I can see it drumming on the decking, dancing between the grooves and keeping up with the steady tempo of the dish washer whirring in the kitchen behind me. While I watch the rain fall I am smiling.
Getting back to nature on Brownsea Island and we were on a National Trust stick trail. Some gorgeous views but sadly no sign of the 250 red squirrels that inhabit the island.
I can’t remember the last time we had a family holiday for longer than a long weekend; Steve’s job always requires him to work during the summer holiday period. Usually we (the children and I) cobble together a few long weekends with Daddy, then lots of day trips and time exploring and making the most of our local area. However it never quite leaves you refreshed or raring to go when we hit September and it’s back to school. What with all the changes that have happened to in the Life of Ryrie over the past couple of years we could really do with ten days of doing nothing other than debate whether to go to the beach or which swimming pool we should frequent. Alas it was not to be this summer.
Continue reading “Farty Towels and Five Top Things to Do in Devon”
Steve is away, the house is a tip, the bathrooms need cleaning, I need to go food shopping and yet I have not got the energy to move beyond this, not particularly comfortable, office chair. I am totally shattered. This week I have been learning something new. I have been learning the basics of Pattern Cutting at Bath College. Continue reading “Pattern Cutting and Loving to Learn”
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