1. I should not stay up late watching bad reality television. My tomorrow-morning self will not thank me.
2. There is a small lizard that likes to hang out on a should-be-pulled-out-of-the-ground-already lettuce in my garden.
3. My garden nemesis is onion weed.
4. The time to realize you have used your size 4mm Knitpicks interchangeable needles for the entire body of a shrug instead of your 4.5mm, is not when you've knit said entire body section, picked up lots of extra stitches, and are looking for your 4mm to do the ribbing. Not fun to find that out at that point, at all.
5. Sometimes, my miss5yo still wants to be like her mum and take photos of her shoes.
And my Nanna (my mum's mum) taught me how to crochet.
My Nanna and Grandfather lived in a retirement village, an hour or two's drive from where we lived. School holidays at Nanna's place were spent eating food she'd baked for us, riding our bikes (my brother and I) on the paths and mini-roads around the nursing home, bushwalking in the reserve behind the village, and (me) learning to crochet. She didn't teach me the names of the stitches, apart from chain, just how to make granny squares. So we made, and made, and made. And she made this for me, back before red was even my favorite colour.
It's just a little wider than a single bed. Made from soft acrylic in cream, pinks, and red, which many would probably turn their crafty noses up at (me too, at times!), but it has stood the test of washing and using over time and still looks great.
Now my miss5yo has it on her bed to keep her warm, and I love that she's using something made so long ago, made with such love.
Overheard at a cafe today from child-free parties as I kid-wrangled...
"I'm so glad to just have one subject left to do, and then I can start my life, imagine all the shopping time I'll have".
"I don't have any responsibilities but sometimes I think maybe there is more to life than sleeping and beer... Then I crack another cold one".
"There was the most gorgeous pencil skirt in shades of grey, I just had to have it. I know, but I can wear it to work and when I go out too".
The grass isn't necessarily greener, but it does inspire a sense of longing for times past. Before my owly growly voice was used this often and I could sleep in and go to a cafe. Without saying things like 'no, stop that, one, two ....'. Sigh.
But then I look at the gorgeous faces that call me mummy, and shopping, sleep, and pencil skirts do lose their sheen.