.. much crying and gnashing of teeth, etc, by some when they make the leap from one decade to the next? Any ideas? I mean, really, it’s only one day further on from yesterday…but you’d think they skipped an entire decade!!
Personally, myself, I can’t see what all the fuss is about! Well, I could if noone gave me any presents but we won’t go there (I could tell you all about Mother’s Day just gone by!)…but I made plenty sure that didn’t happen.
Oh yes, I forgot to mention…it’s my birthday today and I have indeed begun my journey through a new decade! The previous ten years have been taken up with bringing up my son – he was born just after I turned 30 (so can you guess how old I might be today?) I’ve spent those ten years regaining my independence after relying on others support for the first five years….and just as I felt we were really making headway…well, if you read previous posts you might get some idea.
Anyway. this is about me not the rest…other than what they gave me today! Haa! Given that we have been on limited income I have been trying to do things like work on old, unfinished projects and keep new inspiration at bay. I finished a scarf from last year and I’ve been working on an old cross-stitch…I have another four after that to complete as well as several quilts…so I’m not about to run out! And I have wanted to try knitting socks with some of the groovy wool that can be bought and the patterns available on Ravelry. The other day I was in Spotlight and saw they are finally stocking some decent sock wool…I took my time and chose one ball…but there was another luscious colourway vying for my attention. I intended to use it to make a scarf…a chevron scarf from the blog of Javajem. She used different colourways alternating two balls of wool at a time doing two rows each – get it? I could only buy one ball in all good conscience (and thankfully it was discounted by a few dollars when I showed my VIP card). So I’ve been knitting it up for the last week…and it looks ok but there were a few mistakes.
On Saturday I felt I needed to remind Blokey about the present situation….just to avoid a repeat of the Mother’s Day incident…which I have not mentioned on…but I’m sure plenty can guess what happened…or what didn’t happen more tot he point! Anyway, I managed to remind him…and yes, he had forgotten again…too much on his mind (and he does really…I can’t blame him for forgetting – or misplacing me at the bottom of the list ;-D ). We toddled off down to Spotlight (quite literally – it’s at the bottom of the hill we live on). I had a vague idea I wanted to stock up on some DMC threads I was out of…then I found the wool…that second ball I had left behind the previous week…I thought of socks…then I thought of that scarf, the mistakes and how nice it might look to alternate the colours every two rows…I grabbed a ball…a set of double pointed needles – to make the pair of socks that will use up the left over halves of both balls. And I began looking for a marker to mark the beginning of a new round when I start those socks…do you think I could find one?!? In the end I found a charm thing in the button section with a loop big enough for a needle to go through…but before that I came across some little watch making kits that were 75% of the clearance price…so we got that as well…and Blokey had found something he wanted to give me himself…some carry cases that had a craft activity inside with all the bits you need to make it. It’s meant as a gift from a mother to a daughter to make together…but I’m keeping it for me to make something else with! So, I came home with more than I had intended but Blokey insisted so I wasn’t going to argue!
The kids all gave me their presents and breakfast in bed this morning…and as my Mum came up for my birthday my bed is currently in the lounge! Speaking of my bed…we got it yesterday as a result of a local Freecycle post on Friday…I’m calling it a birthday present…mind you Blokey and I are both aching after lugging it up to the car from the previous owner’s house (quite a haul!) and in to our lounge…it’s way better then our other one – which we are hoping to pass on via Freecycle to someone who needs it – we feel lucky to have got this as an airbed on the floor, in the middle of what has been a freezing start to winter, is not the best…but we prefer to give my Mum our bed so she can go to bed at whatever time she likes…which is earlier that us.
I spent most of today knitting…I had unravelled my first scarf attempt and begun the second with both balls…and I really like how it’s turning out. Each ball has a different length of repeat….one is just about to ocme to the end of it’s first repeat and the other has just begun it’s third repeat…so there could be some nice variations in there!
Two more important things to mention…! My Mum gave me my favouritist present – a cross-stitch of an old sewing machine surrounded by all it’s bits and bobs…I also got another cross-stitch made by Blokey’s sister from a pattern in a previous Homepsun magazine – they are both awesome works and I love them both…photos when I remember! Oh, and Blokey’s Dad fixed up my Mum’s old sewing machine – a Bernina 830 record she’s had as long as I can remember…so this afternoon she had me hemming four pairs of pants. And then to my surprise in topped a friend of mine from work…she’s so lovely…brought with her a some potted flowering mini daffodils…smelling loverly…and book tokens…she really is a kind and generous spirited woman and I still can’t quite belive it happened! It was a public holiday here today so everyone was off school/work…Queen’s Birthday – I received several crowns from the kids…and enjoyed playing queen from my lounge-bed!! And for dinner my Mum made us all her delicious pancakes…I think she was surprised I went for something so simple….maybe I am changing…new decade, new view…
The other important, most important thing of all really, event this weekend was/were the children’s baptisms. Blokey was brought up Catholic and the kids all go to a Catholic school…so this year we decided to allow them to go through the Sacraments programme that is run through the parish. I’m not Catholic…I was brought up Salvation Army. So I’m on a bit of a learning curve here…trying to figure out what I can and can’t do, although I must say the church seems to be more relaxed and laid back than I’ve been led to believe – I think even moreso than Blokey can remember when he was growing up. It was a lovely Mass and I was so proud of all three of the kids as they stood tall and respectful and lovely throughout. Blokey and I presented them with Bibles…my Mum gave them devotional books…they had a happy day with various friends and familyand we finished off with a celebratory dinner out…I will post photos if we got any good ones…I’ve not been involved with any church for about 15 to 20 years now…but it doesn’t leave…I feel stirrings of it now and then inside…the kids longing to know…Thing Two has spent much time the last two days reading his Bible and carrying it around everywhere…reading out loud…it’s precious to see and reminds me a little of me – vague memories of how I wanted to be good and righteous…so wanting to do what people told me was right. I think that’s where I went wrong…doing what people said was right…and of course everyone has a different interpretation of what is right…

Now, please don’t think of me as too self-absorbed with all my going on about presents and such. Since the Mother’s Day thing and the run-up to my birthday I’ve learnt something about myself I didn’t know…my love language. I have read the love languages book for children – I forget the exact title – and could never figure out mine…until now – and I love to get presents…I also love to give gifts, I love choosing just the right things for each person to suit them….the right Bible for each of the kids…it’s all very considered to meet some need. What I realised, good or bad, was that in not being given a gift on Mother’s Day I felt unvalued (although Thing Two made me a lovely hot cup of tea without any kind of prodding – which I appreciated very much!)…I felt even less valued when Blokey spent time with one of the girls making things for her Mum and he couldn’t take the time to fulfill a simple/frugal request I had made. I know he didn’t mean to do it…I don’t even think he really understands how I felt after I explained it to him. I do know he has a lot on his mind…not the least of which is how to keep the money coming in – and here I am wanting a present! I know, it’s seems ungrateful and all…sometimes it’s hard to deal with the emotion that comes up but I think I’ve figured it out now. Another thing I realised, but only yesterday, is that so far for most of my life I’ve spent a lot of energy stuffing down certain emotions. I was thinking about this during the service yesterday as I could feel a lot laying just under the surface and felt at times like bursting into tears…and I was trying to figure it out in terms of some of the things that have been happening lately.
I’ve already written a lot but this bit is more for me than anything!! Trying to understand a few things. My Dad was a proud man. I am the first born. I used to think Dad would have been happier had I been a boy. I dunno. I have a lot of my Dad in me. He was also an emotional man. Crying at his 80th birthday over all the people there – as was I! The legacy of stuffed emotions…mind you at that stage we kind of already knew he was dying. I have a lot of pride in me…and although some of it has gone, there’s still plenty more. I do things so that others won’t see my shortcomings – rather than admit to it…or change how I do things. I do/say things that make me feel better but might hurt someone else…but they’ve hurt me already and I have no way to let them know and help them to understand (one person in particular here – difficult situation which I don’t make any easier). I do/say things to hurt people becuase I am hurt and don’t have the control to stop myself…and they deserve better because it’s not their fault. I do/say things in the heat of the moment and regret it almost straight away….but am too proud to say sorry. I’ll say sorry for small things, or things that are not really what it’s all about. I amso much better than anyone else really is what I’m saying…but I’m not…I’m insignificant but wanting to think I am more so. I was belittled by my father when I was growing up…but does that mean I have to do that to my kids? The heat of the moment…it doesn’t take much, especially when you’re under pressure, trying to keep everything together…eventually something cracks and it all pours out if you don’t let it out little by little, bit by bit as neccessary….I need to pay attention to the things I say…and make better choices…take care of myself better…
And now I need to go to bed…goodnight.