I loved all your comments yesterday. Thank you for remembering my sidebar note, not to take me too seriously. *grin*
The Wildflower has actually had some food, but still doesn't seem very interested to me. Now that she's over 6 months we're really getting it from all sides. Fortunately, I'm a confident mum. That doesn't mean I'm confident I'm doing everything right, it means I'm confident in my intuition and I'm confident that if I'm not doing it right I'll learn from the experience, and baby won't be too psychologically scarred in the process.
I'm also just generally amused at human behaviour and step back from it in a philosophical sense to chuckle. I love that after the statement, 'she should be on solids", when I ask, 'Why is that?', there is a blank stare.
That speaks volumes. How much we do and believe from unconsciousness. I haven't had a single person give me a good reason why. It's fun watching the faces contort in an attempt to process my audacious question. *wicked grin*
Apparently we've had a snow flurry up at the homestead, but down here, it's still a balmy 10C, and still plenty of green on the trees. Although, for a cold-blooded (or so DIY Dad claims) creature like me, it's cooooooold. But then, the blogosphere has put me straight.
What with all the snow such at homes of recently found bloggers, Sarah's place in the UK, as well as Zenmomma's, Tara's, and Kat's. And then Sara told me just what Cold really means, and put me to shame.
Growing up in coastal Australia meant that my Winters were all about storms and sun showers and occasional golf-ball-sized hail storms. Never snow. Snow was something seen on American Xmas shows. How fluffy and fun it appeared. In England, I was rudely introduced to snow by slipping on black ice and spraining my ankle. Not fluffy at all. I felt duped.
Over here, we get sleet and occassional light frosts, but up at the homestead, we were introduced to the conditions last Winter, when we couldn't get the car up the icy mountain road and had to care-ful-ly turn back. I'm looking forward to our adventures up there.
My friends are trying to convince me that I will love skiing. I am patiently trying to have them understand three truisms about me.
- I would rather poke myself in the eye. Repeatedly.
- I don't do damp, cold, or sports. Apart nor in partnership.
- If I ski, I will break a limb. My own or one belonging to the person who convinced me.
There's been tons of earthquake talk around these here parts. Apparently there is a big one predicted - 11 on the R scale is big right? The epicentre being about 45mins away. *gulp*
They had one here about 1978ish. Which is why many of the old stone houses are now ruins.
Somebody said it was supposed to happen a few days ago. We all held our breaths and mentally listed what we would grab first. (it was the baby, not the laptop, honest!)
Well, actually, crafting in general. But sewing was alliterative. (didn't mean to over-excite you there oh crafty one).
I'm just so inspired by all the bloggy craftiness out there. And as we're moving towards a simpler and simpler life still, I know that making gifts will become part of our lifestyle, rather than the occassional whim. So this is where I turn to you, dear bloggy friends.
So, which craft? (grin) I mean let's look at the evidence.
- I'm not good with details. I'm good at spotting them, but not good at creating them. I'll go nuts with anything intricate.
- I can't sit at something for too long. So a pick-up-as-and-when-you-feel-like-it sorta thing works best.
- I'm a 6 on the 1-10 creative scale. Meaning I don't come up with much on my own, but once I have something to get me going, I can be very creative.
- I tried crocheting once and I loved how therapeutic it was. But just how many crocheted top/blankets can one use in one life time?
- I do (did) weaving with hemp, but that's really tiring on the hands and takes forever to produce something and then suddenly you have all the woven jewellry you can use.
- I have a baby. So candle making, etc, is out for now.
- I have limited resources.
- I like the idea of something I can do whilst sitting by a wood stove
So nothing concrete today. What an almost-ness post.... perhaps it isn't really here either...