The joy of learning something new 17

2013, the year of “Choosing Joy”, but also the year of learning.  This is the year that I start to take time out for me and put these grey cells in my brain in to some use.  Where I try to see if an old dog can learn new tricks! I am doing this in a couple of ways, firstly I am trying to improve my photography by taking a Capturing Childhood course.  I have started on the Collect the Moments e-course.  It is challenging me to think differently and I am learning lots of new things about my six year old camera.  I have even ordered a remote control so I can “be in the picture” more often.  The Kats’ are helpful, insightful and more »

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Trying to clean like my Grandma 10

Otherwise know as the P&G 1930’s housewife challenge. I along with other bloggers have been set the challenge to try a day in the life of a 1930’s family. We decided to take this on and use it as a learning tool for the boys.

Cleaning in the 1930’s

I was supplied with some white vinegar, a spray bottle, lemon, bicarb, household soap and cloths. I have to say that I already have all of this in my cleaning cupboard and use it all and have taken to buying white vinegar by the 5 litres from the cash and carry. So I did not find this part of the challenge too hard, except the fact that I missed my washing up liquid and my dishwasher. The hardest part was boiling the hot water to clean everything.

Laundry in the 1930’s

My Priorities – Should our children fit in?

Way back when I had pink hair and lived my life in the minute I never thought I would be conventional.  I left home at 16 due to me and mum clashing and not agreeing on my “lifestyle” choices!  Back then I wanted to be different, I didn’t want to fit it, I didn’t want to become another ant on a large planet of ants, I wanted to be someone and I was happy to stand out for all the wrong reasons. I was never the easiest child or teenager, I would rebel against convention, against expectations and would be difficult for difficult’s sake, I was the black sheep of the more »