It's been very quiet around here for a while now. I am wondering if anyone is reading the blog now. I guess there have been times when I don't blog and I know people can lose interest quickly and go on to other more scintillating blogs. Gee I will be the first to admit that my posts are from exciting. Life for me is fairly pedestrian and it seems that unless I have a major illness there is not much to write about. But all is good folks. This blog is serving as a diary to remind me and future generations about what I and others got up to. Has anyone else seen the offers of turning your blog into a hard copy record? I am so tempted and one time I even went as far as filling in the blanks and seeing what my book could look like. The problems started when the photos wouldn't load as they were too large. Despite one of my DD's best attempts we could not get them small enough to use. So that was left alone.
But one day I do hope to proceed with this project so the generations ahead may have an idea what we were about.
Saturday afternoon here and apart from music playing in my D'D's room as she and her sister get ready for the mad hatters party they are attending tonight. They have spent the morning baking rainbow cupcakes, making a lovely fresh tray of crudites and dip and also the favourite party food of cob loaf with a lovely dip. Mmmm, no luck at getting a look in there-they are strictly for the party mum!
I'll take some photos when they are all dressed up, I'm sure they will look great.
On sewing matters I have been sewing some small projects this past week. A lovely friend named Lesley was the catalyst behind my getting back into sewing again. She makes these pretty owls and now I can too. So far I have made three. One tall one and two shorter.
Do you know what a collective of owls is called? A parliament. Yep odd isn't it? My DD looked it up on google last night. Who knew?
These were pretty quick and easy to make which is why it helped me get back into the swing of things. I am still to tackle the scrap booking projects. I am reluctant to start for fear that I may make things look ugly. I can be so clueless at times, but once I get going I'm okay.
Actually, now that I come to think about it there has been a lot happening here. I finally got the courage to get on the scales again after quite a few weeks. You see I have been doing a fair bit on non-hungry eating and thought that I must have put the weight I had shed back on. Thankfully I hadn't and I was also another kilo lighter. So all up since the January health scare I have shed about 24 kilograms. Of course I wasn't that happy as I could have lost even more had I adhered to my original plans.
That's the odd thing with my weight issues. Because I have so much to loose, the small losses never feel like a victory to me.
Additionally it has been very hard on my family who get to hear my shenanigans as I bemoan all the things I shouldn't eat, the restrictions that cause me great anguish, the doubt every time I put food into my mouth. The thing I find most interesting is the tighter the restrictions the more I tend to focus on food. I wake up thinking about what I will eat. After I have eaten the food then I feel almost bereft, knowing that the joy I felt is such short lived and I now need to wait a suitable time before getting to do it again. I probably shouldn't be admitting to these behaviours however as this is my blog diary it might be helpful to look back on one day.
Anyway, if there is anyone out there reading this blog can you send me a sign please.
O know you read this Coley so drop me a line some time eh? It get's lonely here.