Tuesday, 17 February 2015

Where Nobody Knows Your Name.

I'm sure we've all had it happen to us at sometime. You need to pop out to the local shop or supermarket for milk so you put your bare feet into your Uggh boots, throw a jacket on and perhaps a hat to hide your hair that hasn't been washed for a few days. No need to bother with painting your face, just popping out for milk.
Me
Them.
On entering the shop you either bump into someone you haven't seen for a while who happens to be done up with make up, hair done or you spend your time body swerving people so they don't think you look like this everyday. Am I the only one this happens to?

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I had lived and worked in the same area for thirty six years,all my married life. Even a trip to the GP when I was feeling at my worst I felt I had to look halfway decent as I used to work there and a visit could mean seeing old work colleges or even the GPs I worked for. 
I can imagine the conversation,"Oh she's really let herself go since leaving work." when actually I have the flu or a chest infection and feel like crap.
I have now moved to the other side of the city and will be moving again when we find a house. No one knows me here, it's the opposite of the TV programme, "Cheers" where everybody knows your name.
I can pop out to the co-op for milk and bread in my joggys with no make up, hair not washed and know 100% I'm not going to meet anyone who knows me. 
I can visit my new local GP and dress how I feel without the fear of bumping into anyone I know.
The people who live here are quite friendly, they smile and say hello as you pass by. This is the kind of place where you are born, grow up, marry and buy a house in the same street. Most of the people here have lived here their whole lives and know when anyone new moves into the area.
What's strange is I was actually born in the local hospital here. In the fifties and sixties and possibly before that it was the maternity hospital for the east end of Glasgow even although it's nowhere near the east end. where my parents lived. It makes for a good conversation starter with the locals.
We all know that with sod's law I'll go down to the shops tomorrow and walk slap bang into someone I know!
I don't always go out unmanicured. When I go shopping in the nearest town I always look well groomed. I just don't make an effort popping out for milk.
When I move things might be different as I hope to be living there for a long time. After all I don't want to be known as the local bag lady.
Getting dressed up to borrow sugar.
I'm still sewing and I hope I'm improving. Here are my latest ones.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Practise square for quilting

A swan. I'm going to make another and sew some parts by hand.

Phone cover.


I love this stripey patchwork cushion. I gave the other side stripes too.

 And finally, look how my rose cutting is thriving


 That's all folks!




 

Friday, 30 January 2015

A Little Bit Crafty.

As I no longer have my toddlers during the week I have became restless and slightly very bored with my day. I just wasn't into blogging very much and reading made me tired, I needed something different to occupy my brain.
I love doing crafts with the toddlers so I thought of picking up my knitting again as I knew my bag was full of half finished projects. I couldn't find it anywhere. I pulled out all my packing boxes but no knitting anywhere. I have a feeling that hubby has put it along with the stuff that's gone into storage. 
A while ago I had bought a felt name kit to hand sew and I enjoyed making it so I thought I could do it by myself. I bought felt and buttons and accessories  and got started.
This was my first one, a Christmas banner.


Next, banners for the toddlers.






  After that I ran out of children's names.
I have had a hankering for a sewing machine for years and had been thinking of taking a machine sewing course, after all it's been 43 yrs since I last used one. 
Unfortunately when I decided to book a course it was full, I was so disappointed.
What did I do next? I bought a sewing machine and with the help of my old friend Google and his brother YouTube I taught myself how to use a machine again.

The brain is such a wonderful piece of machinery that as soon as I had the sewing machine in front of me all that my sewing teacher at school taught me came flooding back, I could even hear her voice in my head.
Material is expensive but Hobbycraft had an online sale and were selling what they call Fat Quarters half price. These are quarter metre pieces of fabric  in packs of six colour co ordinated pieces, great for practising . 
Here is what I have managed so far.
                                                                          
Front and back of the patchwork cushion.




My attempt at a bag with different coloured lining. 







A heart shaped cushion that kind of 
lost it's heart shape when I was sewing it as it's hard to sew in a curve. I found out it's a great cushion for your back.





 My latest project is this cushion for dinosaur boy. I'm waiting for the stuffing to be delivered.




 I have had to buy a rotary cutter and a mat and it has made such a difference to cutting. I'm not great at cutting straight lines but hopefully I will improve. 
I really want to make a patchwork quilt but I'm going to start with table mats. Maybe by the time we have a new house I will be able to fill it with items I have made. 


Many many years ago when I was pregnant with my first baby I bought a latch hook rug making kit. It was for his nursery and looked so cute on the box. That rug drove me mad and I nearly thew it out of the window but my mum came to my rescue and took the kit home and completed it.
A few weeks ago I bought a cushion sized one ( only £5 in the sales) . I used You Tube again and it took me about twenty tries to get the hang of it and now I'm really enjoying finishing it. 


Nearly finished now! 

I felt encouraged to try these new crafts by Kate from http://www.itswhatIgotnotwhoiam.blogspot.com
Kate started sewing last year and if you visit her blog you can see her progress. She also told me to write this post so if I've bored you blame her. (sorry Kate)

Another blogging friend I'm in awe of who does every kind of craft under the sun is JoJo at tahoma beadworks Her house must be like living in a treasure trove. She also is great at photography.

If the format of this post seems different it's because I'm trying out an app on my iPad as it's more convenient than using the computer. 
I hope my sewing will progress and I'm still keeping an eye out for any classes I can join to get expert help. I'll keep you posted on my efforts.



Monday, 19 January 2015

Saving the Rose.

Happy New Year to everyone. This is the first year I haven't written a Christmas or New Year post on my blog, life took over and my blogging fairy went on strike. I'm hoping she's flew back again so here goes.

 I told you I didn't have green fingers.

I have written twice about my rose bush in the garden and combined them here  I said that  dad was  sending a rose to me in late summer for fifteen years then when my granddaughter was born two roses bloomed and another one after my second granddaughter.
This year it bloomed with only one rose. We were preparing to move house and as the roots of the bush had grown under the fence it was impossible to dig up without killing the whole plant. I decided the reason only one rose bloomed was because my dad was telling me that it was okay to let go and move on, he wasn't sending any more roses.
I became unsatisfied with leaving the rose bush so I asked my friend Google, " How do I take cuttings from a rose bush?" 
The reply told me about rooting powder, removing every leaf and only leaving one at the top. I then saw a tip on a gardening forum informing on the use of honey instead of rooting powder. I'm up for saving a few pennies and as I had honey in the cupboard I gave it a go and took three cuttings.
A few months later this was my result.



One has grown leaves and the other two are fading away. I was so pleased I had at least one cutting that had flourished, but a few weeks later.




These are in the same position as the last photo. The one with the leaves started dying and a few days later I noticed the one on the right sprouting new leaves.  I'm so glad I decided to keep all three and keep watering them.  Life is strange, just as you're about to give up on something it surprises you and the one you counted on lets you down.  I imagine this is applies to people too. There are some with whom it wouldn't matter how much nurturing you give them they will let you down anyway. There are also some people for whom you think all
hope is lost but if you hang in there and keep hoping they just might surprise you.

 I will let you know how my plants are growing,who knows I might end up with three. If anyone with greener fingers than mine would like to pass on any tips for nurturing them they will be gratefully received. 




Wednesday, 26 November 2014

Moving Diaries : Disappointments and Solictitors.

I'm sorry I have been away from my blog for so long and  for leaving you on a cliffhanger on my last post. I will tell you why in this post.

My last post ended with us having put all our furniture into storage the week end before our sale on the Friday. We thought we were being smart as we had not bought anything yet but were moving into a flat my son has. The day after we had moved out and four days before the house sale was due to go through we were back at the house cleaning it when  our buyers appeared at our door. It wasn't a social call it was to tell us the the sale of their house had fallen through and they couldn't proceed with the purchase of our house.

Great disappointment all round and both houses had to go back on the market.
Over the next eleven weeks we were given a moving date by the solicitor of the same buyers four times and each time it fell through.
I think one of the things which annoyed me the most and caused the most stress was a lack of communication from our solicitor. A few days before the completion of the sale our case was passed on to the fourth solictitor in the company. We will not be using them when we buy our house.
I won't bore you with any more details except to say that just a few days ago the sale was finally completed eleven weeks after the original date. The new people have moved in and we can finally start looking for a new house although it's not a good time of the year to buy so we will be waiting until after the new year.



What have I been up to during those weeks where I haven't blogged ?
We had just moved into the flat when I slipped on the stairs and broke my rib which bruised my lung and made me vulnerable to picking up a chest infection. If you ever watch those movies where the guy has broken ribs and gets up and fights again it's all lies. If you have a broken rib any movement is difficult and I certainly couldn't throw a punch. It took three weeks to be pain free.

 I have an underlying chest condition which makes it very easy for me to pick up any old bugs that are flying around. You sneeze and I end up with a chest infection.
This turned out to be one of the worst infections I have had. I had a weeks stay in hospital when my body objected to every antibiotic they gave me. I eventually had to just suffer the side effects and take them.
 I was also on steroids which if anyone has had them before will know that they keep you awake at night, make you hungry and give you chipmunk cheeks.

After the infection cleared I was left with what I can only describe as complete exhaustion. I could do nothing. Walking any distance was difficult as I was experiencing severe breathlessness.
I picked up slightly but I think it was by sheer willpower as the date for my daughter's wedding was coming up and I needed to be well for that.
I did make the wedding and felt good on the day but that's for another post.



I returned to the hospital a few days after the wedding for more tests. The doctors couldn't understand why I felt so awful. I even resorted to saying,"Well maybe I'm just getting old"
They did lots of tests, thyroid, blood, I even had a lung catscan. Eventually what showed up was my blood count had dropped quite dramatically over the space of a few months, I was anaemic.
I was so relieved that at last I knew what was wrong with me and course of iron tablets would set me straight. It has been three weeks now since starting the course and I feel more like my old self again.

I'm telling you all about this because sometimes something as simple as lack of iron can have such a big effect on your life. I couldn't concentrate on anything, I forgot things, I had a lack of interest in what was going on around me. I even found it hard to wash a cup or make coffee.
I though I was suffering from stress or even a type of depression. If anyone is ever feeling like I did think of lack of iron first and go to the doctor for a blood test. It's very easily diagnosed but what a difference it makes when you are.

I'm ending on a happy note I am well, the house is sold, I'm back on my blog and we can now look forward to Christmas knowing that in the New Year we can house hunt.
 Oh no! That means I will have to deal with solicitors again and I'll be the nosey viewer this time around.
Watch this space...

Monday, 29 September 2014

Moving Diaries- Adventures in Selling a House -The Viewers.

When selling a house you have to be prepared for the viewers. These are the people who will look around your house and eventually one of them will buy it. Some will genuinely be looking to buy a house, some will be looking for a small flat but will view your house anyway and some will view it for fun, a pastime and nosiness. It is one of the downsides of selling up and moving to pastures new and something you don't really think about when you say those words,"Let's sell up!"
You will like some of your viewers and the visit will go smoothly. You will dislike some and every personal question they ask you and every time they cast their eyes around your bedroom and look your room up and down will get your hackles up.
You're extremely lucky if the first viewer through your door buys your property. This nearly happened to us but what he offered was so low we laughed.

The estate agent said he would show people around the house as this way he could say nice things about the house that maybe we wouldn't want to. This first viewing was at 7pm,too near dinner time to actually cook any food in case the smell of fried onions or fish put people off.  What we didn't expect was the estate agent didn't want us at home so we had to go in the car and drive round the corner and wait for his call.

The next viewer was due early one morning when I was looking after dinosaur boy. We went for a short walk and waited for the phone call to say all was clear. The phone call told me that the viewer hadn't turned up. The estate agent phoned the woman concerned only to speak to her husband who had a clue that she had arranged a  viewing as he wasn't thinking of moving house, oh dear.

I had had enough of leaving my home and wandering the streets so I said I would do future viewings by myself.
The young Asian man who had been first to view the house and offered a silly amount wanted another viewing as he hoped his father would give him some money to buy it. In came the viewer with father and uncle who were two of the most rudest people I have came across. They proceeded to walk around the house banging on walls to see if they could be knocked down and conversing with each other in their own language while not responding to anything I said to them even although they could speak English. They walked into the rooms before me and walked out when I was in the middle of telling them something about the house. They did politely say goodbye and thank you so they get one point for that.  I was so glad to see the back of them.

Another young lady loved my house so much that she had three viewings and brought family and friends with her. The third viewing lasted about forty minutes as it took that long to go through all the questions she had in her rather large notebook.  This lady put her house on the market to buy mine so I hoped hers would sell quickly.

Next was a Polish couple who on their second visit brought mum and dad from Australia and an uncle. Mum was very sweet but the uncle asked every question about our monthly bills and the dates the windows were installed, I expected the next question to be what we were having for dinner that night. All these answers are already  in our home report (apart from the dinner one,they don't ask you that) and I felt the questioning was a bit personal and should only be between me and the buyer.

I'm tired and fed up, I feel my home has been violated by strangers. I am a friendly person and always have the kettle on the boil for a cup of tea but to show strangers into the inner sanctuary of your house by which I mean bedrooms and bathroom is just wrong especially if for some reason you don't gel with them.

My next viewer is a woman with a teenage daughter,they both like the house and return with her husband. I can't really read what she is thinking and I'm usually quite good at reading people.
Later that day I have a flaky woman with her husband and toddler. She wants to know if the windows open and what day the bins go out for collection.,where our estate is near (get a map). Every little flaw in the house is picked up by her and I want her to leave.
Finally we have an offer in from the lady with the teenage daughter (the one I couldn't read). Flaky women calls the agent too and even though her house isn't on the market yet makes an offer and demands we refuse the other one. In her dreams.

We accept the offer and the house is sold. Our moving day is 5th Sept only five weeks away and we move out the week end before  as we are staying at my son's flat until we find somewhere to buy. We hope by doing this it will save moving and cleaning house all in one day.

I'm so relieved I have no more viewers but now the huge job of packing up 19 yrs into boxes begins.
The charity shop does really well from this as I give them boxes and boxes of books,dvds, play stations games,clothes etc.  Of course I still have many boxes of books that I can't part with and box them to take with me.
Our furniture is now in storage and clothes and everyday stuff is at my son's flat. We go back to clean the house the following day which is the Sunday before the exchange day. The door bell rings and there on the doorstep stands the couple who have bought our house.
 I say jokingly,"Oh you don't want to see this before we've cleaned it all and made it lovely for you."
Then I look at the woman's face and realise that she has not just popped in for a friendly visit, she has come to tell me something............


I may need this......




Monday, 15 September 2014

Moving Diaries - Adventures in selling a home.

 JUNE 2014

Last summer we decided we would sell our house, the house we had lived in for the past nineteen years.
Our children left home a few years ago and now it's time for us to do our own thing.
 We have decided to move to a place called Strathaven about a forty minute drive from where we live.
  We first thought of moving here years ago but the children didn't want to leave their school and their friends so we gave in and stayed where we were.
Strathaven is quite small with only local shops and a large Sainsburys. I don't drive so I want to live somewhere where I can walk to everything, shops, swimming, library, park etc. On top of all that Strathaven is extremely pretty and seems to have  good community participation in fund raising events and local clubs.
I wrote about it here

In readiness for putting our house for sale I start to de-clutter then I de-clutter again,and again. I paint every door in the house. I paint every skirting board (except the bit behind the settee and tv unit) I clean the house from top to bottom even the parts that don't usually see a cloth and bleach. Yes the house smells of bleach which is far better than it smelling of dog. I tell hubby that I'm calling the decorators in when we move to a new place as I never want to paint another door of skirting board again in my life.

The garden gets a makeover too. I now have the new path to the back gate that I have been asking for for nineteen years and a new patio behind the garage. We have a special place for the numerous re cycling bins and I don't have to walk through mud to get to them. I fill lots of large plant pots with brightly coloured plants and put a new hanging basket for the front door. The front step is renewed, tiles have been missing from it for as long as I can remember.
Three estate agents have been contacted and by the time the have finished promising  to sell our house quickly and efficiently I realise I am never going to get back the six hours of my life I spent listening to them.
We pick one to give our business to for no other reason other than we liked him. I now have two akward telelphone calls to  other two estate agents to tell them they didn't get the gig.  We have a home report to complete and a surveyor to pay.
The surveyor goes through the house with a fine tooth comb picking up on very minor faults and scoring us from 1 to 4 for each part of the house.
It takes two more weeks for the house to finally go on the market and appear on all the usual websites.
The hard work actually starts now, keeping the house like a shiny new pin for the  viewers who are going to traipse all through my house probably criticising it.
I take a look around the house and garden, it is now just like I always wanted it and I have to remind myself why we are selling....to have less house to clean, smaller garden to cope with in our old age, and to try something different.
This is just the beginning.


Wednesday, 13 August 2014

Mother of the Bride Shopping.

As a child growing up in the late fifties most of my clothes were made for me either by a lady who lived upstairs or an older cousin. I remember well those days of standing on a footstool having a dress pinned on to me. I can still feel those pins pricking my arms and around my hemline.
One of my hand made dresses
I was invited to a neighbour's wedding when I was about eight years old and the lady upstairs made my dress from red velvet and also a matching hairband and little bag,my mum called it a Dorothy bag. I think that was the poshest dress I ever had.
My mum would find a paper pattern she liked for a summer dress and I would have about six dresses made in that style in all different colours and patterns.
As I hit about ten or eleven I started to rebel and wanted dresses bought from a shop. I wanted to be the same as everyone else but looking back on it from a mature point of view my dresses were always nice and a lot of work went into them.
As a teenager in the late sixties early seventies my favourite shop was Chelsea Girl which I have found out is now River Island and where my daughter shopped as as teenager.
My wedding dress was made by my older cousin. I didn't even go into a wedding dress shop and try one on, I looked at patterns from a book and picked one.

Now I'm older and not a size twelve anymore shopping for clothes is not such a wonderful experience and this is where we get to.....
Shopping for a mother of the bride outfit.

I like to shop on my own. I know what I like and what I don't so I thought I'd have a good look around the shops first before taking my daughter with me. A trip into Glasgow city centre where I looked in all the posh shops I usually pass by, tried on lots of outfits but didn't see what I was looking for.
 I even visited Frasers Department Store, which made some memories flood back to me. My aunt used to take me into town with her, and told me Frasers was the poshest shop in Glasgow. She lived a different life from my mum who looked after two children as well as nurse her invalid mother. My aunt had no children and always going to dances and going on holiday and loved buying clothes. After shopping and visiting Lewis's toy department we would go to Frasers for high tea which was tiny sandwiches and scones and cakes.
 I still didn't find anything in that whole store.

I ventured over to Partick where a wedding shop called Catherines has been for seventy years. Yet again this was somewhere I would come with my aunt probably fifty years ago and if my mum had something special to go to she would come too. We would ride a bus into Glasgow and then get a subway train over to Partick. This was the only time I would ride the subway and I found it exciting.
I'm such a big softie and feeling emotional these days so I was hoping I would keep any tears at bay as I entered the shop as I thought about the last time I walked through the doors with my mum and my aunt.
I have to say I also didn't like the thought of having a personal shopper showing me each outfit and waiting until I tried it on but when in Rome and all that.

The lady who served me was lovely she made me feel at ease. I knew what colour and style I wanted and tried on three dresses with jackets and found one I really liked. She persuaded me to try a hat on and I couldn't stop laughing at myself as I last wore a hat when I was about twelve years old. She said to keep it on as we spoke because I was out my comfort zone and would soon get used to seeing it on my head. She was right as I ended up thinking, "Yes it's nice I do suit it"  That woman was good at her job!
I have never been known to buy the first dress I try on (who would?) I said would be back with my daughter to allow her to see it.

As usual the best laid plans go aft astray and my daughter was on holiday for two weeks then she was working at weekends so when I saw a sale in another shop I persuaded hubby to accompany me.
Again the sale's assistant was very nice and showed me each dress in the sale in my size. I despaired as I shook my head time and time again. Then we looked at the outfits which were not part of the sale.
 I said I would try them on but they were either low cut or had straps instead of a small sleeve or made me look fat.
She couldn't understand why I didn't want to show off my boobs or why I needed a small sleeve. I felt like the most awkward customer the world has ever seen. If I had been left to my own devices I could have told her just by looking at the dresses that they weren't for me. I said again I would come back with my daughter.

Leaving the shop I said to hubby that it had been a good idea to go there and he looked at me wondering why I had had a different experience from him.The reason it had been a good idea to shop there was I knew I had compared everything I tried on to the one I liked at Catherines and there was none that topped it. Hubby suggested we just go and buy that first dress.

This is one of the many reasons I love my hubby he is good at making decisions. When we arrived at the shop the same assistant served me and she remembered me by my necklace and my watch. I obviously do not have a face that's well remembered, just my jewellery.
I loved the dress every bit as much as I did before and if I had just bought it in the first place I could have saved a lot of time. Hat,shoes and bag and I am set to go.
I love my outfit and I can't wait to wear it while I watch my beautiful daughter in her beautiful dress marry her true love. Next on the list is waterproof make up because I just know I will cry.
Like the bride my dress is under wraps until the big day and then I'll share some photos.....well every girl has to have a secret.