When I first started this blog, I didn't really know what I was going to include in it. All I knew was that I had found this wonderful world of craft blogs that gave me so many ideas and such an insight into other ways of doing things. And I wanted to play too! It didn't matter that my sewing skills were below average I just felt that it wasn't fair to just read the blogs, I had to contribute too.
So I started making things and posting up pictures of them, thinking that that is what people wanted to see (after all, that is what I liked seeing in other blogs - preferably with step by step instructions on how to make my own!!!). But, while I still like to make things and post pictures, I think this blog is turning into more of a journal. Not a terribly in depth one, but still a pictorial documentaion of the things I get up to while Tilly and now Frankie are growing up. I suppose it beats a hastily scribbled note of the date and location on the back of a photo and then shoving it into a box.
I've realised that I now enjoy seeing glimpses of other people's lives through their blogs and not just the craft, so I'll probably post a little more along those lines. Not really for anyone else's benefit, just for my own. And if it interests other people they'll read on, if not then there is always the next listing on Bloglines.
So we spent a lovely day in the garden yesterday. It was well overdue, but now things are looking good again. It proceeded to pour with rain afterwards, so that is all good. Tilly had such a great time with Andrew and Marco. She's really clingy with Andrew at the moment - it's like he is her special friend seeing as Frankie appears to be mine. Poor mite, she's coping so well, but who knows what is going on in that head of hers? She does hide things well. On the day I was giving birth to Frankie she spent the afternoon at a friends house, she appeared to be perfectly happy and played as normal, but at the end of the day my friend found Tilly's cup and there were deep indents where she had been nervously gnawing on the spout all day. So stoic, but she still gets affected.