Reading “Simple Blogging” alerted me to the un-niche-ness of my blog. Folk who want to read about “Justified” aren’t necessarily folk who want to see my baby blue, hand dyed alpaca bobble yarn. There’s an overlap, but it’s minimal. So henceforth I am Lydia-two-blogs. Judah’s blanket: the haven of domesticity it always was. *What […]Read More If You Signed up for Films or Books..
My due date is two weeks away and although my previous four were all complication free home births, nothing is guaranteed. So I will reminisce before anything has time to go pear shaped. Apart from me. I’ve gone pear shaped. Expecting Connie I was frightened of pain and embarrassment, now I know it’s the psychological […]Read More Before my Emergency Transfer to Hospital for a Combined Cesarean/Hysterectomy/Kidney Transplant
The benefits of learning to read early are effortlessly apparent. It’s a powerful thing to be able to edify and entertain yourself. The merits of late learning are less obvious, perhaps invisible if you are in a literacy heavy school system. Patience is eight, she has a good grasp of how reading works but she […]Read More The Surprising Upside
Back from France and over six months pregnant, I feel now is the time to give up our secret identities. I am Lydia (months off 40) Married to Garry (weeks off 44) Parents of Connie (days off 12) Patience (8) Salvador (6) Judah (4) And blimp unborn. We welcome name suggestions. The more outlandish the […]Read More Drop This Charade!
Thanks to ruthless packing, the only toys that made it across the Channel were Sandy, the sand filled doll and a handful of cars. After a whinefilled day or two, the tots have proved contentedly resourceful, especially when making dolls and jigsaws from G’s castoffs. Inspired by Eve Arnold I show you the tiny hands responsible.Read More Small Handmade
Everywhere we go, huge walls of logs are trustingly stacked up to dry, not simply for this winter, but for two more to come. Everywhere. G and I never buy wood in England but through resourcefulness and opportunism get fuel for free. I say “we” get wood but G finds the tree, chops it […]Read More Wood, Wood Everywhere But Not A Stick To Burn.
Before we left, various chums were saying goodbye and a young woman came up to wish me a nice time and say they’d miss us. She’s in her early teens, cheerful, slim, very fashionable. We are part of the same community, but several weeks may pass between hello’s. I felt proud that she’d noticed I […]Read More More Than You Think (Three Stories)
One summer years back we stayed with friends in a beach hut on a spit of land, the northest of Norfolk. Sand and seals one side of us, an ebbing and flowing marshy maze the other. We, including six children, were without electricity and running water. And an inside loo. I am sofabound by inclination […]Read More In Which I Reveal Too Much, Causing You To Review Your Subscription
What I want from my glossy: 1. A ballpark reflection of my life: I cook, I watch TV, I wear clothes….. 2. People who are interesting/famous for more than their appearance/excesses. 3. Places more obscure than Paris, New York and London. 4. Articles of more than 3 paragraphs. 5. Gallery worthy photography. I’ve discovered “Intelligent […]Read More Fame and Fungi
‘The Artist’s Son, Jean, Drawing’ – Pierre August Renoir Something about home schooling. How we learn is fascinating. Children are especially interesting, as in the early years progress is easy to witness. How they have that ‘Helen Keller by the water pump‘ moment and grasp that everything has a name. They instinctively sort and group in […]Read More Maths Without Trying