When Life Gives You Lemons...

A lovely friend dropped in some lemon curd last week when I was feeling fairly average with the 2012 cold/flu thing. She had written the old 'when life gives you lemons...' on there. The fifth round of keeno was a pretty big lemon but look at all the 'curd' that turned up on my phone when I looked back after emerging from the chemo cave.

My intuitive sister brought me a nostalgic, healthy, clean lunch of Hare Krisna food from Jovindas. It's been a while but it tasted SO good.

Painting has become the pastime of choice around here again after a long hiatus. I am yet to recatch the bug. That mojo, like the hair cells, seems to be stunted by the drugs for a while.

There was a  moment before the last keeno when I started nesting and ironing all that gorgeous linen I was finding at Ron and Brian's. Here's a taster for all you old linen goils. This one will make a tempting linen cushion, methinks. Just got to get over the zip phobia.

In the meantime there is this bit of supreme loveliness which arrived a while back from Kath of Prints Charming. It is a stash of beautiful fabrics and yarn and an embroidery kit that she put together just because she is thoughtful and knew I was a bit of a fan. She used to be the original designer for Art Park, a linen company from the 90's and naughties. There is quite a bit of their stuff in my linen cupboard and I have even found some nice pieces in the oppie lately. That variegated wool asked to be made into a scarf if there's enough.

You know somebody is throwing you a bone when you walk to the bin to put out the rubbish and this is at the end of the driveway. There have been some spectaculous ones lately.

However I can't even show you my shoes from Round 5 as I was reduced to thermal socks and Birkies. 'Past caring', I believe it's called and the photo literally makes me ill. With an overflowing bag, I thought I'd do some sorting to distract myself....

and look what I found at a rather low moment. The universe was throwing me a bone, I tell you!

On the way home from keeno I took a detour to a spot where I used to take the boys in the pram. It's where the old farmhouse with stables was replaced with a security fenced eco-nightmare of a Mc- Mansion. I'm still a bit mad at them. They didn't manage to wreck the view though.

Having opted out of bigger fete projects this year for school, this pleasant project unfolded while I was chatting to my Dad for a while in the sunroom. They ended up being little hairclips for little girls. They were so easy and my girls loved them so I may have to make more. They are a combination of crocheted flower, half a felt ball and a bit of DMC stitchery. The crafty mojo has entered the building- for a moment.

There have been soccer matches, a laser skirmish party and a first three year old proper party with new kindy friends. She even tried to put their decorations in order.

Getting bored with beanies, I tried a new hat a friend gave me with a Curly Pops brooch. It felt very Spring on a sunny August Saturday re-emergence. With all the boys out we had a girls' night in. Something about three year old arms in flannelette jamies makes things feel much less of a lemon.

Meanwhile, as Rome burns, there is always crazy hair day, sock day, book week dress up and a bit of fiddling in case anyone wanted a lie down. The big lemon had a lot of sugar to sweeten things up!