Thursday, 31 January 2008

Those Things Unfinished


As 2008 is supposed to be the year of me finishing things. I thought I would share with you some of the collection of things that thus far remain unfinished.

If you click on the photo you can go to my flickr account where there are notes on all the bits. Basically though we have:

2 patchwork quilts
1 patchwork bag
5 Scrapbook Layouts
2 Mini books
1 knitted hat
1 knitted bunny
1 art journal *sigh*
1 sewing pattern for a dress for Gracie

And this is just a small sample. Whilst taking the photos of this I also spotted:

My Christmas Journal
A Backpack for Gracie
2 more scrapbook layouts
a half altered playing card tin

I'm sure there are many more lurking around my craft room. The big plus to today's little exercise is that I can actually see my desk now! Wooooo!

See. I'm just not a finisher. Okay, I do have 5 12x12 albums of scrapbook layouts and a couple of smaller albums that are nicely full of LOs, so I must finish things sometimes. So, I need to work out what it is about these particular things that made me not finish them. Is it something particular to the projects? Is it a timing thing (did I just start them and get too busy?). Hmmmmm. Food for thought.

One thing I am wondering is just how long something can be considered a "Work in Progress". Is there a statue of limitations on that I wonder? If you do the occasional thing on a project but don't finish is that still ongoing? But if it sits untouched for months (years?) is that not? At what point do you decide to give it up as a lost cause? Hmmmmmmmm.

In none crafty things - we've had two "firsts" for Gracie this week. Yesterday she had her first real "play date" with Leah from school. Leah's Mum took them to McDonalds and back to their house for playing. I think Grace was about fit to burst with excitment!

Then this morning, she finally made the realisation that Mr Tumble from Something Special is, in fact, just Justin in disguise. Bless her, it's only taken her 3 years!

Well, Mum's here for a cuppa and a biccie. May be back with more later.


Monday, 28 January 2008

The Decision..................

No Cat. At least, not these cats.

Common sense has prevailed over Kendo (wonders will never cease) and he’s conceded that we really need to be more ready for when we do go ahead with the new cat thing – like we need to have the new door between the living room and the kitchen that’s been planned in place so we can keep the new cats inside for a while.

We know there’ll be no problems with getting another two somewhere along the line – they’re always full to the rafters at the Cats Protection shelter and the fact that we’re looking for older ones makes it easier. Plus, gorgeous as these too were IRL, they were also a little timid. With a 4yr old, a 1.5yr old and a narky cat to contend with that might not be the best of character traits. We need cats with some balls (well, at least until they get sent to the vets ;)). So no cats… least not yet.

You’ve probably noticed another Cookie refit. I was bored with the old colour scheme so I thought I’d have a change up yesterday. Purple is SO last week….. we’ve come over all Laura Ashley-esque for some reason. I think it’s possibly inspired by my MILs new living room wallpaper – which is quite yummy it has to be said.

It’s been a bit of a crazy week around here the last week. Being in work all week was a total killer (I don’t feel like I’ve ever been away from the place – my weekend was WAY too short). Saturday night we spent out with friends for our Christmas night out. Yes, I’m aware that it’s January. What can I say? We are THAT organised! We had a great night though (despite waiting 30 minutes for our table in the restaurant). The food was yummy and the we were back to a friends house for some Wii sports….. I’m okay at bowling and tennis. I totally suck at Wii baseball. Batting is SOOOO hard! We’ve decided that we really need to get us a Wii. Quality entertainment. I think that might have to be our anniversary present to ourselves.

In the midst of this crazy, crazy week I haven’t managed to so much as lift a knitting needle, nor a glue stick. I have done no crafting whatsoever. I have itchy crafting fingers! I need to get something done tonight. I’m thinking maybe my B layout for my A-Z journal. I also need to do some other scrapping. Grace and Ewan’s albums are beginning to look seriously out of date. I haven’t scrapped a recent photo of them for what feels like an age. Hopefully with the nights drawing out now I will start to get more done in the evenings. Scrapping in daylight is much more fun I feel.

TTFN. Work to be done around here.

Tuesday, 22 January 2008

Cat or No Cat?

Help, I’m being ganged up on!!!

We’d mentioned at some point getting some more cats/kittens (one for each of the kids). It was one of those “sometime in the future” things, but Kendo seems to have the idea stuck in his head now, and after speaking to Kerry at the weekend and finding out that they have a pair of 5 month old kittens in the Cats Protection that will shortly be ready for rehoming I’m faced with the serious possibility that I might soon be sharing my house with these two little fellas.


Gracie has already named them, and whenever Ewan sees their picture he makes an excited face and meow noises and tries to kiss it. See. Ganged up on.

Time to take out part shares in Pets at Home, possibly? Watch this (temporarily unfurry) space.

Craftwise, I’m working on a knitted bear at the moment (what can I say, I’m addicted to making these things, and knitting is SOOOO relaxing). Basically the same pattern as the rabbit with different ears… but I have yet to work out how to make them! I was also going to do some sewing but in all the massive pile of fabric I have I couldn’t find so much has a fat quarter that fitted what I wanted to make. I’ll have to have a scout round on Ebay and see what I can find.

I’m in work all week this week, which is a serious shock to the system (just having 5 minutes time out from spreadsheet and exam results before my brain bleeds out my ears) and I’ve been up since 5.30am (which Ewan decided was waking up time this morning. Grrrrrr). Roll on Saturday when we’re going out (sans sproglets) for a meal and back to Ju-lie’s house for some Wii bowling. The best thing is the kids are out overnight so we don’t have to get up early Sunday. Woo hoo!!

TTFN – back to the grind stone.

Friday, 18 January 2008

Knowing When To Cut And Run

Sometimes, you just have to admit defeat.

I really, really wanted to do an Art Journal for the It's a Creative World A-Z journal project. I got as far as the cover (which you've seen) and the journaling for my "A" entry. Then I ground to a total halt, completely devoid of further inspiration. After staring at a half blank page for 2 weeks I decided last night that it was time to admit defeat. I am not an artist. I'm a scrapbooker. Sometimes you have to do what you do (if not best, then at least comfortably).
So, here's the beginning of the all new scrapbook version of my A-Z journal. It's going to be a 6x12 album, so all the pages will be double spread (12x12 folded). A is for (not an) Art journal, and for Admitting Defeat. Well, we can't all be good at everything, can we?


On the rest of the crafting front, my second bunny (who is to be called Lucy, as named in advanced by the little girl who will own her). She doesn't have quite so many issues as Minnie (no cankles for a start) and she's sporting a nifty pair of red shoes which I'm quite proud of (no pattern for those, just an adaptation of the new leg patter I tried).


On this afternoon/evenings agenda, I'm hoping to get some sewing done. It's been a while, and my hands are too cramped up from knitting bunnies to do any more wool craft!


Wednesday, 16 January 2008

A Longing For Spring

Today is Gloomy.

I don’t think I’ve seen the sun all day (again), which, to be honest, is getting to be a bit depressing.

I’ve been giving the subject of winter some thought recently. Usually, I love the winter. I like dark nights and being snuggled up on the sofa in the warm when it’s cold outside. The more I thought about it this week though, the more I realised that I love winter-before-Christmas, and I hate winter-after-Christmas. November/December on the run up to Christmas is cool. Feeling all festive and looking forward to the celebrations. Once New Year is done with though, January it just a drag. Winter-after-Christmas is just no fun at all. What’s there to look forward to? Well, spring….. but at the moment it feels a long, long way away.

So, as I can’t make January go any faster (which is a shame, because I REALLY want it to be pay day already) I’m just going to content myself with thinking about all the things I’m looking forward to about spring. Like:

Getting up when it’s light.

Being able to take photos in natural light when I get home from work (or in fact any time of the day).

Days in the park with the kids when the weather is drier.

Easter……chocolate…….mmmmmmmmm *Homer drool*.

Scrapbooking in day light.

Having a drink in the pub beer garden on a weekend afternoon.

See, I feel better already. Which is good, because I need something to soothe my addled brain at the moment. I can’t seem to remember a thing these days. I really need to start writing stuff down. I think the lack of sunlight is killing off my brain cells.

I feel I should also report on the minor bunny-related incident that occurred at lunchtime. Being a bit over keen, first with the sewing on, and then with the scissors, I accidentally snipped a hole in the new bunny's body while trying to unpick one of the arms which I’d inadvertently sewn on in not quite the right place. That would be okay except, in knitted things, one snip leads to one big unravelling. So, a new bunny body is on the agenda for tonight. Serves me right for trying to rush it. More haste less speed don’t they say. *SIGH*
Is it Spring yet?

*and no, I didn’t take this photo. I found it on flickr. It belongs to this chap. Pretty cool shot I thought.


Tuesday, 15 January 2008

Do You Wanna Be In A Band?

This is a bit of fun to while away a gloomy Tuesday afternoon.

Here's how it goes.

You are about to have your own band's CD cover. Follow these directions to the letter to make your album cover. It's fun and requires no thought at all. Go to......


The first article title on the page is the name of your band.

The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.

The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post the result as a comment in this post. If you should feel the urge then you can post this on your blog and see who else wants to be in a band…. But don’t feel bad if you don’t (personally I hate those – do this or horrible things will befall you kind of things ;)).

Here's mine:

Have fun :)


Monday, 14 January 2008

A Bunny With Issues.


This is Minnie.

Minnie has issues.

The issues Minnie has really aren’t her fault, and she’s trying to learn to live with them.

Firstly. There’s the multiple personality issue. Cobbled together from a collection of knitting patterns and some “making it up as you go along” from Marie’s head, Minnie feels somewhat disjointed, like she’s not quite sure where she belongs, or what her heritage is. It leaves her feeling quite unsettled.

Next, there’s the gender identity problem. Marie was sure Minnie would be a girl when she began to make her. Somewhere between picking up the needles and sewing on Minnie’s head, Minnie started to look somewhat boyish. Minnie began to wonder if she was indeed really a boy bunny. Her new Mummy (Gracie) insisted that no, she was definitely a girl bunny. That she must have a pink and white stripy dress to wear, so people would not mistake her for a boy bunny. Minnie’s not sure. She finds herself looking longingly at the little boy bunny jumpers of the other rabbits she’s sees online, and can’t help wondering if she’d feel more comfortable in one of those.

That’s not the end of it either. There’s also the name. Minnie knows deep down that Minnie is really a mouse’s name, not a name for a rabbit. She wonders if people might look at her strangely and think “why has that bunny got a mouse name?” or “Minnie’s not a proper bunny name, it’s the name for a mouse”. She worries, does Minnie, about her name, but Gracie insisted, Minnie was to be what she was called. So Minnie it is.

Finally, Minnie has some body image issues. She knows that her tummy is much more round than it needs to be. This is unfair really, because she’s never so much as smelt a bar of chocolate, so it’s not as though she has that to blame. Just a little too much stuffing, which isn’t something she can fix with diet. Then there’s the cankles (can bunnies have cankles??). What’s going on there she wonders. It’s strange, almost like she had dinosaur legs, but yet not. Minnie knows her legs are definitely a bit too chunky.

What Minnie doesn’t see. At least not yet anyway. Is that none of these issues matter in the least bit to Gracie. She already loves Minnie, in spite, or perhaps because of, all her idiosyncrasies. Minnie is Gracie’s bunny, and Gracie is just as happy as can be.


Minnie’s heard bedtime stories with Gracie. There’s one in particular she likes. It’s about another bunny; this one is made of Velveteen. Minnie hopes one day that what happens to that velveteen bunny will happen to her. She hopes to become REAL. This is what Minnie knows about being REAL:

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"
"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive. But the Skin Horse only smiled.
"The Boy's Uncle made me Real," he said. "That was a great many years ago; but once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always."
The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.**

We’re really hoping Minnie can overcome her Bunny issues. Really hoping. It’s going to cost us a fortune in Bunny therapy otherwise.


**Excerpt from The Velveteen Rabbit (Or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams

Friday, 11 January 2008

Dinosaur, Roooaaaarrrrrrr.


I'm easily sidetracked. There's no getting away from the fact. I could try and pretend otherwise, but hey, I'm resigned to my fate. I just don't have a linear kind of mind.

It was one prime example of my sidetrackable nature which led to the little guy above being created (his name's Bert by the way, because, well, what else would you call a woolly dinosaur?).

I mentioned recently about knitting a hat to go with my scarf (which I know, I still haven't gotten around to photographing to blog!). I was searching the 'tinternet (as you do) looking for a pattern and my knitting pattern search led me to these adorable little knitted creatures at the little cotton rabbits blog.

I always loved knitted toys as a kid. I even used to have a knitted Robinson's golliwog. How politically incorrect would that be now? LOL. So, with my brain rumbling with the idea of knitted toys I went knitting needle shopping for my hat and decided to peruse the pattern books looking for a bunny pattern. I found one (which wasn't quite what I was looking for, but was the only one they had) and in the same pattern booklet there are patterns for knitted dinosaurs, and I ask you, how could you not?

So, Bert was born. Ewan loves him. Now Gracie wants a pink one! What have I started?

I've still got designs on a knitted bunny, but unfortunatley, the lovely Julie over at Little Cotton Rabbits doesn't sell her patterns (yet!). My brain isn't really very good at deconstructing 3D knitted items into actual knitting patterns, but I've decided to give it a go. So far we have one leg (which is part big dino leg, part winging it), I just need to get my head around how to sew the head and body and we'll be good to go. Watch this space for a (probably very deformed) knitted bunny coming soon.

We're Gracie-less this evening as she's out enjoying the Panto at the local theatre with her Nanny and Aunties and then going back to theirs for a girlie sleep over. It feels slightly weird that she's not just upstairs in bed. Here's hoping Ewan sticks to form and sleeps through the night so I can get a nice unbroken nights sleep without a "Mummy I need a drink/wee-wee/fix my duvet cover" interruption at 4am.

TTFN (there's bunnies to be knitted around here, don't ya know ;)).

Tuesday, 8 January 2008

These boots aren't made for walking II: The Revenge.

I’m really not very lucky with boots.

I recently inherited this fabulous pair of brown boots from my MIL (as she can’t wear them anymore and I’d been admiring them from afar – don’t ya just LOVE hand-me-downs? I do :))

They look fab.

They fit me.

They’re really comfortable.

They’re trying to kill me.

No, seriously.

I’d already stumbled twice whilst wearing them this morning (fortunately well away from the eyes of students!). There’s nothing wrong with the heel, they’re not particularly high (kind of cowboy-booty with only an inch or so high heel) or anything so I figured it was just me being cack-footed (can you be cack-footed like you can cack-handed? Hmmmm)

Anyhoo, I had to pop into town for a little lunch time shopping trip today (more on the shopping part later). With my boots conspiring against me with their evil plot, I managed to trip up in the middle of the local shopping centre (outside Boots and Partners for those of you who can envisage the scene of my utter humiliation) and land rather unceremoniously on my arse. Classy, don’t you think?

So. Thinking that I’d managed to get the boots under control and walking with extra care I carried on heading back to the car. Not two minutes later, round the corner (outside the Wetherspoons, for those in the know) I managed to do practically the exact same thing again……….. except………. this time I was rescued from the impending butt-meets-pavement moment by a rather handsome young man with seriously good reflexes (no, I was not throwing myself at him, he was with his mother for God’s sake (she should be so proud, she raised a good boy!)). I can’t remember the last time I was so mortified.

See. My boots really are trying to kill me. They’ve got it in for me I tell you!! Maybe my MIL has decided, after 10 years, that I’m really not an appropriate choice for a DIL and has secretly given me boots with a retractable heel?? Maybe the boots are possessed by the spirit of a failed figure-skater who wants to see the whole world landing on their arses in public? Seriously, something strange is afoot (every pun intended!).

Enough of my humiliatingly public displays of dubious acrobatic skill (except to mention that my foot hurts. I think I’ve pulled something. Ouch!). The reason I was in town in the first place was because I’ve decided to knit a hat, to go with my nice warm snugly New Year's Eve scarf , which I have finished, but haven’t photographed (I will do that to share with you tomorrow). How hard is it to find a set of 4.5mm double pointed needles in a two-knitting-shop town? Well, very, actually. At least the second of the shops offered to call their store in the next town over and get them shipped over to here for tomorrow. Unfortunately, that means another trip into town tomorrow lunchtime.

I think I’ll definitely wear different boots.


Monday, 7 January 2008


I can hardly believe it. My little girl is turning 4 (a big 4 as she would say) today. I think it’s safe to say that I’m feeling old today. It really is the strangest thing, because I’m sure it was just last week we were celebrating her (too early) arrival, and here she is, a big 4, almost ready to start school. Scary.

I’m sure in future years Grace will learn to loathe the fact that her birthday falls so close after Christmas. Everyone’s all partied out and just about recovering from the New Year, the Christmas decorations have just come down and every seems to be getting back to the daily grind. Of course, when you’re (a big) 4, that’s less of a problem, because even if everyone else isn’t feeling it, you just plough on regardless and have a merry old time on your own.

Here's a shot of the Birthday girl opening her presents this morning:


She got a couple of parcels in the post this morning, which was a nice surprise. Including one from her best BW buddies Emily and Xander (Thanks Auntie Lou ;)).



Saturday, 5 January 2008

Feel the FEAR!

This week I decided to sign up for this not-so-little online class from the its a creative world blog.

It's an A-Z Art journal which will be going on throughout the year. 26 prompts (obviously!), one a fortnight taking us right through the alphabet. I was a bit dubious about signing up at first as it's billed as an Art Journal class, which isn't really my bag. When I took a closer look I noticed that plenty of familiar scrapping faces (including a couple of my UKS teamies and the lovely Rach) had signed up, so I figured I would join in and do it in a scrapbook style.

After much mulling over a theme, and an album choice, and a style I had a total change of heart, and decided that I would take the plunge and do an art journal for this project. Not something I've ever done before, but I thought I would give it a go.

Of course, once I'd made that decision then the FEAR kicked in. Now, I know that there really shouldn't be anything fearful about something that's supposed to be an enjoyable past time, but, any of you who have ever done anything creative as a hobby will know what I mean by the FEAR (unless of course you're one of those people who is fabulous and 100% confident that your work is flawless..............they must exist, right?). When embarking on a new project or creative venture that's outside your comfort zone there's always this nagging fear that raises it's ugly head. Will I be able to do it? Will I be any good at it? Will what I make be any good, or will it be so truly awful and hideous that the only acceptable place for it to live out its days is a locked box, inside a safe, in the hull of a long since sunken ship which resides in shark infested waters (just to be extra certain that no one should have the misfortune to accidentally stumble across it and have their psyche permanently scarred by it's inherent fugliness)?

It's not only me that's that paranoid? Is it?

Obviously, I managed to get over the FEAR, in a total "Screw it" moment of creative madness, and made a start on the cover for my journal (which will be an A-Z BOM incidentally). So, here it is:



The album is actually a sketch book (one of the "paint your own cover" ones, I forget what the make is, I must remember to look next time I'm in the art shop). I've used BG monograms and some mount board for the lettering. It's covered with tissue paper (small crafting confession, it's actually covered with kleenex balsam tissues, because that's all we had! I hope the balm doesn't make my paint weird - yikes!) and mod podge, then painted with acrylic paint. The bizarre abstract design is something that I had already drawn on the cover ages ago when I was on one of my internet breadcrumb trails and discovered some sites on painting abstract paintings. There was an article on painting inspired by photographs, and this photo really caught my eye (it was from one of the classes). It's actually photo of some pathing with the hue and saturation modified. I really liked the shapes on it though - so thought I would paint it on this book (when I was originally going to use it as a sketch book).


The colour that looks kind of brown on the album is actually more of an aubergine colour - the lighting sucks in my craft room.

So, now my cover is all finished, I'll be making a start on my "A" entry - hopefully tomorrow when the kids are in bed. I think I'm destined to spend the next year covered in acrylic paint if tonight's artistic session was anything to go by. I've also learned a couple of useful things. Firstly, that art mediums dry WAY too slowly for my liking (impatient people like me are the reason heat guns were invented!), and secondly, that mod podge gives off some kick ass fumes when you dry it with a heat gun (well ventilated areas only please! LOL). Kendo's first question was "are you going to finish it" (since he's been reading the cookie this morning). The honest answer? Hopefully. I don't know how it will turn out, if I will give up on the Art Journal idea and move more towards a scrapbook style (which may not necessarily look any better, but at least I'd be in my comfort zone!), it might turn out to be all art journal style, or a hybrid of the two. I guess time and A-Z will tell.

I seem to have already reneged on my promise of not being all crafty all the time on here. So I'll also share the story of what happened the day before yesterday when we were getting Gracie ready after her bath. We were all in her bedroom, me because I was on drying duty, Kendo and Ewan because, well, at that time on a Friday neither one of us is in any kind of mood to deal with tired children one-on-one. If we're all together, it's somehow easier. The ratio is still the same, but some how for us parents there's safety in numbers ;). When she was finally in her jammies she set about playing in her room and started gathering up a pile of toys onto her bed. No real theme to them, just an eclectic collection. I watched her for a while and then couldn't resist to ask what she was doing with them. She responded with "It's okay Mum, I'm just going to sell them on Ebay". She's a child of the 21st century! I'm so proud :)

That's all for now, war and peace on a Saturday night, anyone would think I didn't have anything better to do!


Me, Myself or I? A case of the illeisms

The strangest thing occurred to me this morning. Well, I say morning, it was well before 7am, so technically, in my mind, that's still the middle of the night. Anyway, whilst trying to convince a grumpy, tired yet awake, Gracie that it really was still the middle of the night and she need to go back to bed, it occurred to me that somewhere along the road of the bizarro and ever weird journey that is motherhood I've started referring to myself in the third person (when talking to the kids at least). Some examples?

"Mummy is tired/grumpy/hungry/really proud of you".

"Mummy needs you to do A, B or C".

"Can you please pass X, Y or Z to Mummy".

I'm not sure where this strange shift in my perception of me came from, or indeed when it started. I'm wondering if it's going to start spilling over into other parts of my life. Will I one day be at work and suddenly announce that "Marie is going for some lunch"?? Apparently, referring to oneself in the third person is a symptom of a narcissistic personally. Hmmmmmm. I'm not sure I like where that's going!

I seem to be having a day of musings today, which is quite apt, because my second musing was about the fact that I haven't shared much musing on here lately. I've been reading back over my old blog posts (what was that about being narcissistic?? ;)) and I realised that the kind of things I blog about have really change over the last 9 months. I've gone from waffling daily about what garbage has been swilling about in my brain to mostly being a blog-shaped showcase for my (sometimes dodgy) attempts at crafty projects. Hmmmm, maybe I need to have a reassess on that one and get back to more brain spillage blogging? Otherwise I'll just have to change the blog description on the profile, and that would just be a PITA.

Right, on that note. My other (though not necessarily better) half is home, so I shall have to be off. Back with more later....


Friday, 4 January 2008

Little by little by little

As promised to myself, I am NOT getting overloaded with things to do, nor am I stressing about things not yet done. My Journal your Christmas journal is going to be a slow work in progress, but I managed to get 2 entries done last night, without rushing, just bobbing along. So, it would seem the old adage may well be true. Slow and steady can indeed win the race :)
Here are the latest pages (the first one was the last one I completed before Christmas but didn't get chance to post).




I've also started with this year's Her Space:My Space promts. I don't know how many I will get done this year, but I'm hoping I'll be able to do some of them, and to start improving my photography skills along the way. As usual you can find my photos on pictures from the cookie space.


Wednesday, 2 January 2008

Welcome to 2008!

First off the bat is of course wishing you all a Happy New Year :)

We had an outrageously quiet and understated New Year's Eve. Kendo played EQ2 online and I sat knitting. Yet another continuation of our ongoing Rock n Rock lifestyle. More on the knitting when said article is finish (but don't hold your breathe, it really isn't that exciting!).

I'm not really a big one for New Year Resolutions. Mostly because I've invariably broken them by around the 3rd January (if I even manage to last that long!). I am going for a list of things that I want to accomplish in the year though, and here it is.

1) Keep it simple

Ever the one for over complicating things, this year I'm going to strive to keep it simple. To concentrate on the important and to not sweat the small stuff. In keeping with the "keep it simple" motto for the year we have (in case you hadn't noticed) a new look Cookie with a more streamlined, simple look (and bizarrely, belying the blog title, not a cookie pic in sight!).

2) Learn to say "No"

I've come to realised (increasingly over the last year) that I have real issues with saying no when people ask me to do stuff for them (because I'm just too nice I guess ;)). Unfortunately it tends to leave me with way too much on my plate, and means I lose focus on the things that I really should be doing for myself and my family, which I guess links in with point #1

3) Finish things

I'm not a finisher. That much being abundantly obvious to any of you who've been keeping up with the blog since it started. I tend to get gung ho about a new project, go at it all guns blazing for a while and then lose interest and things peeter out. So, this year, I'm going to try to finish what I start, before moving on to other projects.

So, that's it. Those are my "non-resolutions" for 2008.

Lets hope it's a good one (and that we can escape January without the annual impromptu hospital visit (that's one tradition I can do without keeping up!!)).

A couple of important things in the line up for this year. Gracie is turning 4 at the end of the week (gulp) and will be starting "Big School" in the autumn. July will see our 10th wedding anniversary (yes, it really HAS been that long!), as well as the last year of Kendo's 30s (as the old duffer is turning 40 in 2009). Hopefully 2008 will see lots of crafty projects (paper and fabric and any other new and exciting mediums I may discover), plenty of cupcake and cookie baking (because there can never be too much of that if you ask me), and lots of regular blog posting (but I won't promise anything, because we all know what happens when that happens ;))

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL (once more).