The Broken Crayons and The Ginger Whale

Sorting out the littles colouring box and finding a hell of a lot of broken crayons. I’ve seen it countless times online, pinterest, and Insta ect when people melt down the old crayons in silicone moulds and reuse the results. Getting the best out of the broken bits. I’d just like to take a moment to drift back to my own childhood when the paper jackets on crayons would slip off countless times for you to be able to slide the crayon right back in, or they’d be easy to rip back the paper to expose more of the crayon. I remember the waxy smell of them and still to this day love it.

However I can confirm that crayons are no longer easy to separate from their paper jackets. As it took me a good 20 mins to take all the paper off before melting them. But its imperative you do so I did endure it. I filled up an old silicone cupcake tray with the broken old crayons and tried to keep similar colours together. Keeping them similar makes me smile but feel free to mix them up and put in all the colours you would like or stick to one colour per hole.

Pop them in the oven and bake till melted completely. On my lowest setting it took about 15 mins, but my oven is beyond ancient so isnt the best (roll on the new kitchen in the atumn – can not wait). All I can tell you is heat until melted, remove from the oven and cool till solid making sure they are thoroughly cooled before letting little hands touch.

Grab some paper or a colouring book and enjoy those new colours. Dee loved them, easy to hold and they look cute stacked because of the puck shape. I implore you to have a go, in the name of reduce, reuse, recycle and of course as a time filler if you’re lacking bits and bobs to get the little ones involved with.

Dee forever asks to make “gingermans” and today I folded and helped her make some. We made circles, gingermans, stars and whales which initially I thought was a strange looking bunny. Man put me right and hands up it deffo looks like more of a whale than a bunny. What do you think? I can kinda see both. Dee says it’s a bunny.

Recipe to follow shortly for these. They’re certainly a winner in my house. Crisp and spicy with a lingering ginger flavour, for lovers of ginger these are a must.

Love and wishes,

L, xox

Friday, Er I mean Saturday

It comes to light that being at home constantly makes us loose track of what day of the week it is. My body clock has decided to go back to a normal-ish sleeping pattern which is going to totally screw me over when I return to work but I guess I will deal with that at the time it happens (I mean who know when that is going to be).

Toddler life is frustrating right now. Two and a half and she can’t continue with much of what we did before and we are restricted to the house and garden. With the weather as its been too its been mostly indoor activities. Keeping a whirlwind of a toddler busy is more difficult than usual when you cant have a change of scenery. Today we made bird feeders – or as Dee likes to call them Bird Seeders because of course it involves bird seeds. Beautiful toddler logic. So we rolled toilet roll tubes smothered in peanut butter in to bird seed and hung it with a bit of craft wool on our back fence. We cut a little door in to an empty milk carton for doors, decorated and filled it with bird seeds. Took us all of 30 mins to complete as we were working with the little craft stuff we have left in the house at the moment. Note to self; must order some more craft bits.

Man and I are currently working through all the marvel films in chronological order (no release date order) to keep us busy on evenings and last night we had a tiny date night. this resulted in us drinking beer (some of us (enjoy your hangover man) more than others) and sitting in the hot tub after a homemade lasagna. Cloud spotting and googling random sea creatures. It was nice to actual switch off a little and just be once the little was in bed.

Just a small snippet for now, a couple of larger post coming Monday and later next week which will include a porridge run down – and yes I’m excited about everything you can do with this versatile wonder at the moment. Theres and impending skincare routine and a curly girl method update of what I’ve found so far on my CG journey and a sweetie haul from a vegan sweet company I found online!

Love and squeezes,

L, xox

Easy Peasy

When toddlers take things at face value we often find ourselves puzzling, doubled over in laughter or even blushing with embarrassment. When Deedee had a conversation with her daddy today in the garage we were no exception to that rule.

She was practicing riding her trike, shes having trouble pressing down on the pedals with alternate feet. Her attention span ain’t all that, so she wanders off to find daddy doing man things in the garage. They end up having a conversation where shes asked him if the moon was going to come out. He quickly replied that he would get the moon and stars for her “easy peasy lemon squeezy”. Okay daddy.

She comes into the kitchen where I’m having a rare four and a half mins and a cup of peppermint tea. And she says “Mummy, can I have the juicy lemon for daddy so he can get the moon to come out” I tried to hold back the giggles, but this kid was serious so I asked her how he was going to do that to which she replied “he needs the easy peasy juice lemon to get the moon and the stars to come out”.

Yes, darling; daddy is going to get you the moon by squeezing lemon at the sky. I mean, what do you say to that. I’m in stitches, she’s really pleased I’d given her the lemon juice (juicy lemon squeezy) out the fridge and she wandering in and out the garage trying to give daddy it so he can get the moon.

You’re killin’ me smalls. You’re really killin’ me.

Love and squeezes,

L xox

Toddler with a Trowel

Today has been a day of in the garden sun sitting. Pottering about with two shadows following – toddler and my four legged bestie. We’ve been avoiding the news and my work chat groups today as the constant chatter about Covid-19 is driving me up the wall. I know its huge right now, I know its important and scary and impending so much doom on the world but I’m cutting off from all things related for much of the day. Our house hold is high risk so it doesn’t even bare to think of what could happen and for that reason as well as my own sanity I’ll have an up date once a day.

Anyway enough of the doom. we’ve been planning out what we are going to do with the garden. My veg box is now re-constructed to a different height, my first attempted was too tall, we we’ve just shortened it down a bit. We have to line and fill it now. We planted more herb seeds after the propagator blew over again a week and a half a go. I will not give up. I do have a pot luck veg/herb/flower pot so your guess is as good as mine as to what may grown from that beauty.

Delilah was in her element wandering round with a trowel in her hands, digging in mud, getting mucky hands and dirt under her finger nails. I’ve been trying to show her how to peddle on her trike too, she needs a little more practice. Her mantra is ‘I can, I will’ which I am really hoping stays with her for life. Right now just getting her to commit to learning new things, as with all toddlers can be a challenge. The kid never stops moving, shes a right scatter brains.

Today we planted tomatoes, chives, basil, rosemary, thyme and some cress. We’ve ordered some grass seed suitable for our very clay like earth and hope to make good on the lawn after an awful stormy time at the end of winter combined with the dog peeing on it. For the dog we found some Dog Rocks (I am in no way affiliated with pets at home -we use and have bought these ourselves), we love them and seem to really work with our boy dog. I really truly recommend them, it means a lot less pee burns on the lawn.

I marked out the lawn where I’m going to put a cherry tree and placed my box where it’s going to be once its filled up. Delilah and I replanted the garlic (the only surviving thing of our original planting), we’ve planted it along side some parsley. I’m really not sure if they going to make the best bedfellows, but it’s all trial and error in my garden. We will learn, even it is the hard way.

Hubs cleared and and painted his benches in the garage and a couple of days ago we put in a shelving rack up in there. that was a flat pack nightmare. I’m normally a dab hand and throwing up flat pack, i like a little logic workout occasionally. But I’m thinking that this particular package came from another dimension due to the hyper strange instructions. the pictures of the items in the box didn’t even correlate to the actual pieces we had. We got there though. Garage is looking pretty neat now, garden looking better, but certainly not how we want it yet.

I’m now putting daily updates on the new Insta feed, keeping up with Twitter and posting so much more frequently on Facebook now so please do keep up with me on those platforms. I’d be so please to see some interaction from you guys on there. Newest platform is Pinterest for the blog too, but I will to this once I’ve set a couple more boards up. So off I go to get some updates done across the platforms.

Stay safe, stay well and stay as sane as you can.
Love and stuff,
L, xoxo

Mothers Day – At a Distance

As us Brits know, yesterday was Mother’s day. I was woken up by my little dolly and her daddy with a card and presents. They printed some pictures from our wedding and framed them for me. Wedding pictures are another story – but Hubby had picked out some of the semi decent ones to gift me and they do look rather sweet in the little white frames. They also printed one of my late granddad which made me blub, not hard to make me cry but I only lost him last year and it’s been a tough time ever since. So to have a smiling picture of him really is a beautiful thing.

They both made a breakfast of vegan pancakes and strawberries. And they know me well enough not to bring it in the bedroom – urgh crumbs (even the thought of it makes me feel funny – and not in a good way).

Just near to lunch time I took a trip across the village to see my mum – at a distance! I dropped off the gifts I had made, including chocolate brownies, shortbread with fondant messages and a couple of chocolate cupcakes along with a little plant for the garden.

I’m sending warm wishes always especially at this dark time for her. She is self-employed and is currently being battered by social distancing/isolation guidelines. As understanding as we all are, it does mean that her business has drastically changed over the last couple of weeks.

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On the theme of positivity it is time to change things up, be innovative and create something new for these different time we are in. It’s a chance to heal and grow in a new direction. As much as change is scary we need to embrace and go with it, otherwise I fear we will not learn anything. Keep your brain working, learn a new skill, brush up on an old hobby, get out the dusty guitar, re-open that book you started to read pre mum days and finish it off. We can all make good of this crisis if we use a little creativity.

I hope that you had the loveliest day you could mumma, and I hope your mum did too. And to my mum, as always; I love you dearly and I really do appreciate everything you are and everything you do.

Love and mummy hugs,
L, xox

The Beauty in Chaos

It’s hard to make sense of anything right now. On a personal level everyone is panicking, wondering how they will survive if they have to go into isolated or if they already have. This virus has a lot to answer for. I for one have had my hours cut dramatically so that the company I work for don’t have to lose any staff and to keep open. And although that impacts me on a financial level I am eternal grateful for the chance to hold on to my job. Luckily I work within the food industry, for a supply company so although my hours have been limited by job is still there.

There is however beauty in the chaos. And it’s the beauty I would like to focus on. Let’s carry forwards the positives!

It is so easy to get caught up in the panic and the mass hysteria of it all, and without taking away from the seriousness of the situation there is so much beauty which lies behind it. Neighbours coming together, support and love from families and friends helping one another. The community are really pulling their weight right now and I truly hope that this will last after the virus has cleared off. NHS Staff, I mean where do we start with you guys? – A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! There are just not enough words in the English language to thank you all for the utterly selfless and awe-inspiring work you do, and that’s all the time but more so in a crisis.

As some of my readers will know I am amidst the toil of recipe testing for my mini side biz, and through this I am offering a cake drop box for a heavily discounted price for my locals. I’ll be doing a contactless drop for this. Work have allowed us to order through them for our shopping so I’ve been able to buy bulk stock for some of my cakes and treats. Keeps me out of trouble and spreads a little sunshine at the same time.

For the moment we are not in isolation and while we are not, we are avoiding unnecessary outings and keeping busy in the house. There’s always plenty to do here. But putting a cake drop box in place is really going to focus my mind – my first stop (once my packaging has arrived) will be a care package for our most local hospital to say thank you and hopefully give back a tiny little bit. If you can, I urge you to give back to your community too. If that’s just checking in with your neighbours or calling up your grandparents to brighten their day, don’t think on it just do it. We can make our worlds a hell of a lot nicer with a tiny bit of kindness.

Stay well, stay safe and wash your hands!

Love and best,

L, xox

A Sore Throat Meant No One Made Eye Contact

The worse thing about the current situation (covid-19) is the on set of mass panic. Its gripping my anxiety no end.

I caught a cold/flu thing from (presuming, but certainly not blaming- it’s cold flu season anyway) my work besties. So that’s three out of five of us that have been poorly in turn, but on my return to work last night when some one mentioned the good old Coronavirus as a tongue in check comment the rest of the room twitched and hawked my ever move. Daring to not even speak to me from a distance. Some wouldnt even look at me in the eyes during work related conversations, not that I spoke much. I felt utterly isolated, and was made to feel like I shouldn’t have bothered coming back to work despite it not being a covid related illness.

I am 1000% not a selfish person, and if I had thought for just a second that I would be putting anyone at risk I would have self isolated. Not only from them but from my husband too. My anxiety is crazy high on his behalf as it is. He is type 1 diabetic which means hes a higher risk category, so as you can appreciate I wouldn’t need to think about isolating myself to keep him safe. It would be a no brainer.

Think of the amount of coffee we’d drink!

The world is in melt down. I shop sometimes after work in our local 24h supermarket, and the sights from my latest early hours visit will haunt me somewhat. It was 12.50 (ish)am just ticking over to Saturday morning and the place was packed out. The shelves were empty for normal shopping goods. I cook alot, so to walk up the tinned food aisle to no tinned tomatoes or a packet of pasta/rice was ridiculous. I thank the goddess that my daughter is out of nappies during the day time and not using formula at all because that aisle was wiped clean. Literally no baby wipes. I’ve seen people posting on social media who are desperately trying to find formula for their dependant babes just to be told “sorry none today” just because its been taken by someone who could afford to buy out the entire shelf. What happens to the people who cant afford to buy 12 tins of formula for their pre-apocalyptic stock up?

The stupid have hit the supermarkets and made the rest of us rethink our stand point. Panic buyers, pantry stockers, doomsday prepp’rs have the logically minded questioning their own thoughts. And I have to admit, I’ve started buying additional items for our store cupboard, where I would normally have just got when I needed. And I feel dumb for doing it.

I’m not worried for myself. I do how ever run a house with a toddler, a diabetic and 4 pets; all of who need feeding, caring for and keeping clean. And this is where my anxiety lays. After all prior preparation prevents a piss poor performance- or so they say. Not entirely sure if this is logically for this situation but panic buyers are pressing on nerves that make it more relevant (at least I think).

I know this a hugely conflict ridden bit of writing, but that’s how my brain is right now. The internal stress and conflict is real. Stuck between logic and the need to be prepared. I am not a natural prepp’er, I am a natural optimist; meaning I can squeeze more into the 5 mins before I leave the house to an important thing than most people can in a week. This eternal optimism is also known as being a last minute Larry, but I genuinely think that even Larry needs to buy 1 or 2 packets of pasta because it’s going to be a long road clearing up the c-19 trash and isolation for all is imminent, just as it has been for other countries too. Time is and will be the only factor in this.

So with the greatest optimism, and a shit ton of love I’m off to find some war time recipes to test out. Could be an up coming post, who knows.

Love, very virtual hugs and not blown, not cheek, not lip kisses, L xoxo