5 ,4, 3, 2, 1...

With less than 5 days to go I am starting to panic.

Everything is in a mess and I can't walk a yard without tripping over this or stubbing a toe on that. Most annoying.

Lately I have picked up some lovely little bits that I am reluctantly having to pack away today, and here are some granny squares I have been working on. Since I took this picture the squares are now rapidlly turning into a blanket for my (bigger) little boy's room. I am feeling very guilty to be moving him to a new place, new school and worst of all, a new room with no carpet or radiator - he is shocked!! The plaster is 90 years old and I don't think even one floor board is nailed down properly, we will have to work hard in there to make it nice..so, I have decided to make loads of nice little homely things for him, help him to feel more at home. Not sure what to do about the plaster though..that might have to wait..sorry little O.

It's all very exciting and the sadness from the other day is slowly passing. I am now looking forward to our little (big) move and making a new home. I also have to focus on business once I am there so hopefully lots of colourful updates on the horizon. Mostly crochet-based (it is my new passion)

Anyhowww..with a list for each day as long as a supermodel's leg, I really ought to get on. I will leave you with a lovely picture of a charming swan I happened to meet the other day..bye for now.x

Goodbye 96

I just sent my little boy off for his last ever day at his school. we are moving.

Contracts are signed, deals are done, solicitors paid and we are off..I feel a touch sad, there is a lump in my throat and my heart is heavy.

Although it is exciting to move to a new home, and believe me, I have such excitement about it, I do love this house, so much.
It's truly the first ever house I have felt is MY home. I have been here four years and in that time my son has come to the end of his treatment for childhood cancer and (so far) stayed strong (let's all keep our fingers crossed that it's always that way)
I had to start my life as a single mum here and battled through having no money, no one to keep me company, being totally alone in a big old three storey house with weird noises and doors that didn't lock.. at times I was terribly sad about being alone and how my life might always be that way...but throughout that time I found myself, I found friends to hang out with and a lovely home to throw myself in to. People would come and stay, they all felt at home here and it soon became known at Hotel 96! 

.....And then,when i was content with life and really wasn't thinking about things getting any better, I stupidly locked myself out of the house, and by doing so I ended up finding the man who evenetually asked me to be his wife, now we have a child, he has become a father figure to my other child, they are the best of friends and together we have bought a house and we begin a new path together, all of us as a little family. It's such an exciting time but part of me and my heart will definitely remain here at 96.

And so, next Saturday, at the crack of dawn, probably with a heavy heart, I will pack up my entire life made here and move it to 'Hotel 38'

A new start, a new house, a new life, a new canvas to paint..

I want to write more but I don't really feel like today is the day.



Goodbye 96. x