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  • Forget me not

    Forget me not

    The trousers’ crease is sharp It won’t last I know But I watch him swing his new pants As I have to let him go Day one for Little One…

  • Dropped

    Dropped

    I am a bad mother at times. Well, we all are aren’t we? Aren’t we? Anyway, I stayed out far too late on Friday  night and so to make up for being less than lively next morning I made Drop Scones from the wonderful Be-Ro book, my childhood baking bible introduced to me by my grandma.…

  • Ask not for whom the bell tolls…

    …don’t worry, I’m not shuffling off this mortal coil or anything so dramatic. No, I wanted to make the point that the rattle of an alarm clock is but a distant memory as the boys and I settle into a Devon seaside routine of early wake up cuddles and the treachery of tangled four and…

  • View hallooo

    View hallooo

    I’ve already written about the changes I’m seeing as a result of giving up work. Bear with me on this one guys, it’s a biggie for me. Anyways, today saw another step towards a better balance, well, two steps actually. I have rejoined my local quilting group, again. I have given it a go a…

  • A room of one’s own

    A room of one’s own

    I’ve been absent from this blogging malarkey for a while and I’m very sorry. To say it’s been busy here at stitch towers is a massive understatement…where to start… Both boys had their birthdays in the last fortnight…superheroes and laser tag parties ensued. The former a proper, old fashioned, parlour games type of affair. The…