Monthly Archives: May 2015

Gathering and making

Gathering and making

For me, stuff comes in tides. There are times when the waves roll in, and the stuff line creeps higher and higher and times when stuff flows out. Moving into a just-the-two-of-us house after a several years of living in shared homes, the caravan and hotels brought a high tide. We have furniture. We’ve started reclaiming our stuff from long-term storage provided by my very generous family. I have more than 5 dresses. I have yarn and paper books.

It’s not finished though. There’s a spring tide around the corner. More things are settling in our home. They’re like snowflakes: tiny, delicate, beautiful and potentially overwhelming.

They’re things like this:

Newborn size handknit yellow cardigan with cow buttons

And this:

Two newborn size warm onsies with hoods and mittens

And this:

Baby vest with Darth Vadar face and words 'You are my father'

All these things are in limbo, waiting for September when my most exciting WIP will be — hmm, I won’t say ‘done’. Off the needles, perhaps.

It’s weird shopping for a baby you’re growing. It’s hard to know when to start and where to stop. Naturally, being opinionated people, K and I both have ideas about what a child needs, what’s good value, what’s too expensive or unnecessary. We’re wrong. I don’t yet know what we’re wrong about, but some of our brilliant theories definitely won’t stand up to the practical exam.

Luckily, we’re surrounded by generous and thoughtful people who’ve done it before. K’s sister and her husband have given us loads of lovely things, some of which I don’t even know how to use, with accompanied hints: This’ll be great when they’re about 6 months. Tuck this away, they come in handy. Try this, our two loved it. Friends have kept things they considered life changing or sanity saving, and have passed them on to us. Other people have offered advice and reassurance.

Considering that Sprout is a whole season away from being an independent life form, she (according to the ultrasound tech) has a lot of fans. And a lot of stuff.

But you know what? Even though I’m usually a minimalist I really don’t mind this rising tide. I love the carefully chosen baby items sent to me from Australia. I love the snuggle lion that my friends’ kid chose and put in her dad’s suitcase for us. I love that my mum has taught herself to knit (again) and made something tiny and wonderful. With cow buttons, because that’s how we roll in Switzerland.

Not everyone is happy that K and I are having a baby. We’ve been told that our (unmarried) way of doing things is wrong and wicked, and that hurt. But so many people are so happy for us, and it’s amazing. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more loved than right now.

What an English spring means

What an English spring means

The days are getting longer and lighter, which is lovely. The weather is still thoroughly English though.

Here’s Cambridge, on the bank holiday, at 18:51. Rowers turn in the sunshine and it’s all pretty idyllic.
Rowers on the Cam in bright sun

And then a few minutes later, at 19:20, the people we’re waiting for turn up and we can all go for a picnic a nice stroll a quick dash to a soggy dinner in the pub.
A narrowboat docks in pouring rain

Still a lovely weekend though, as I’m sure all present will agree.

Where have all the words gone?

Where have all the words gone?

If you know me in real life, you’ll know that getting me to shut up is usually harder than getting me to talk. And that I’m constantly writing something. So where have all the words gone? They’ve slipped off the blog and into emails, articles for work and lists of things to do.

This happens. One of the things I’m trying to learn to accept (and that collection of tentative words sums up my success) is that I prefer being a wandering tinkerer than a settled 10,000-hour master. The latter feels more worthy, and is certainly more in line with how school and society define success. But my way means more travel. It means more jobs and more interesting jobs, although not in a clearly defined career path with a nice big pension pot.

I will come back to the blog. I do have things to say. In the mean time, thank you for your patience. Here’s a somewhat random picture of cherry blossom, because I also haven’t been taking many photos lately!

Branches of cherry blossom against a blue sky, the moon show too