scratchy post about nothing in particular

I am envious of knitters. I tried knitting...once. When Nicholas was a baby I (with my mum completing it!) knitted Nicholas a jumper from a Debbie Bliss pattern, with Debbie Bliss wool. It is a book full of beautiful things. But knitting is definitely not my thing. I pull the wool too tightly. I drop stitches and I take forever. In the time I attempt to knit something I think of all the other things I could have sewn. Or all of the work around the house I could have accomplished. I'd love to knit scarves, gloves, beanies. beautiful warm jumpers. I have been admiring all the handiwork on this blog. Oh well. i will continue with my envy. She also sews a lot of Oliver + S patterns, so I will take comfort in working on those.
Last Saturday night David was chefing (which always means he is gone from the afternoon until midnight) so when Nicholas and Audrey went to bed I sat on the couch hand quilting and watching North and Sounth (I love it Heather!) Move over Mr Darcy :) with Mr Darcy we always know we aren't supposed to like him because he is mean and proud. But it was easy not to like Mr Thornton. by the middle of episode two though I was willing the main character to fall in love with him! I watched the final scene about 4 times, and won't post it here so i don't spoil it for anyone who wants to watch it, but here is another clip.


I went to bed last night with the two patterns I have for Audrey, intending to read the instructions through carefully. And I promptly went to sleep. No wonder - I had a huge day (not to mention the past two weeks) at work.
An early morning post. The kids are still asleep so I have been able to have my breakfast alone in the quiet - a little luxury for me before our day begins.
Last week we had daisy (the class monkey) for the week again. Audrey loves it almost as much as Nicholas! (They are dancing in the background of this picture)
Nicholas is having pyjama day at school today! Very cute. he is very excited, but told me to pack extra clothes in his bag in case other people weren't wearing pyjamas. Does that self-consiousness really start that young?? I hope not. I want my children to be oblivious to that and just to enjoy being who they are.