The swift-passing summer

We have only a week and a half left of the summer holidays left. I can’t deny, in previous years I have been known to be counting down the days to the start of term – but not this year. There are compensations to children growing and leaving the adorable baby years behind – they are suddenly so much more fun to hang out with. There are proper conversations to be had, they play together beautifully and at least the bickering has come on a bit from the familiar ‘snatch, thump, waaaah’ of previous summers. I have had lots of fun with my increasingly not-so-smalls this summer and I slightly resent them having to go back to school so soon – I’ll miss them!

It hasn’t all been perfect obviously – we did get to go on holiday, but the best thing that could be said about the cottage we hired was how artfully it had been photographed. It’s not the first time its happened to us – even the lovely Kiwi is starting to acknowledge that maybe, just maybe camping might be the way forward. At least you always know what your accommodation will be like! Still we had some wonderful days out and it was at least a good change of scene.

Brittany’s beaches are wonderful and the monkeys had a ball scrambling over rock pools, paddling in the sea, getting buried in the sand and discovering a new passion for French breakfast pastries.
I found this amazing vintage linen shop in Paimpol – it would’ve been so easy to have spent a fortune in here, but I managed to resist and come away with just a few bits. I don’t know know what all the moaning was about – they were lucky to get me out of there in 45 minutes!


I have finished a couple of little projects but the only real stitching that will be done in the next few days will be name tags in uniform – which is always tedious for even the keenest of needle-workers.

Hope you have all enjoyed a wonderful summer – thanks for reading,



Barbary Boy is seven. 

Usually when my monkeys have their birthday I spend some time ruminating on the speed of time and where did my babies go? This year I was looking at BB on his birthday and had a bit of a shock as I realised I was looking at a really real boy. Don't panic I wasn't under the impression I'd given birth to Pinocchio or anything, but there was something about him this year. Maybe it's his new big boys haircut – or those missing front teeth, or those legs and arms which suddenly seem both incredibly long and absolutely everywhere. Perhaps it's the change in presents he wanted – we're shifting away from toys, the most successful pressies this year were board games and books. After years of getting fed-up of Lightning Mcqueen and the rest of the Radiator Springs bunch having to be touted around with us everywhere I'm thrilled he still cares enough to want some new cars for his collection. My wee man is now a proper little boy, and the times, they are a-changing. It's clear we are entering into a whole new era with Barbary Boy and I am excited for him and, if I'm really honest a bit emotional. The baby days are certainly over and I'm sure big adventures lie ahead. For all of us *gulps*.

Thanks for reading,