Term Two Blues.

Bubble has a tiny little cut underneath that bandaid but the blood was copious.

Squeak insists on goggles in the bath.

Sending Bubble and Squeak back to school after their first term holiday was not fun. Two weeks of having them all to myself again, to sleep in, to plan each day in the morning and not be preparing for tomorrow last thing at night was positively luxurious. They, on the other hand, couldn't wait to go back.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would take so long to master the 'early morning, outta the house by 8.40am' thing. By master, I mean leave the house in the morning with out one of us having a complete emotional breakdown. By one of us, I mean me.

Call me naive but I truly thought it would be a massive turning point when the boys went to school, In a word, I thought I'd find 'freedom'. Big call, hey?

What happened to all the time I was meant to have for creative pursuits and to get all this 'stuff' done? I certainly didn't think about lunch boxes, school bags, uniforms, readers, lost property, working bees, birthday parties, library books, water bottles, sun hats, the sick-bay, excursions, notices or play-dates.

I haven't done any of the house-painting I wanted to do and the pile next to my sewing machine has it's own postcode but we are getting into the swing of primary school life.

So hopefully I'll manage to post more than once every three months from now on. 

Addictions.

Way (waaay... waaaaaaaay) back I got myself tagged by Claerwen. 

The gist of it was to talk about five of my addictions. I just knew I would get to it. Eventually.

Addiction one. Coffee.

The only thing I am truly addicted to is coffee. I drink lattes. Usually two a day. I rarely go a day without coffee. Every now and then I have a decaf if I've reached my quota.

Coffee is wonderful. It's comforting, It's ritualistic. It's social. I worship thee Coffee Gods!

Addiction two. Lee Jeans.

I'm a pear-shaped girl, a girl with booty and these jeans just fit. At the moment I have a pair of indigo denim boot-cuts, a pair of black skinnies and a pair of faded blue skinnies. I do wear other jeans but they just don't cut it in the way that my Lees do.

Addiction three. British Vogue.

I've read it religiously since 1993. I now get it via airmail and when each new one comes I take time to savour it. After that I cut it to bits and file items of interest away to scrapbook or inspire me later. I have a Diploma in Clothing Production and always kicked ass at pattern making. I love to look at amazing garments and deconstruct them into their parts. It's like a gigantic 3D puzzle for me!

Addiction four. Simplification.

I am addicted to the Idea of 'Simplification'. Putting it into practice is another thing all together. My love of second-hand crap creates a war-like situation of dire proportions. Clutter is the only winner here.

Addiction five. Going on-line. 

Blogging. email. Facebook. Google. I am ashamed of myself. Enough said.