It's Holiday Time

Summer Holidays - you either love them or you hate them. I love them - when I am off work. When I have to work and work out child care - I hate them! But still, I finished on Thursday for three weeks holiday - hurrah!!! It was such a relief to wake up on Friday morning and know that I was off.

So as some people are winding down their blogs for the holidays, I thought I would wind mine up abit for a while - well, just until Friday anyway, when we go on two weeks holiday in France! Can I possibly post every day?? How do people do it every day? I know that it must be hard work and take a lot of committment that's for sure. Many times throughout the week I will construct a blog post in my head, but it never gets done - maybe I am not committed enough to it, and I am happy with that I suppose.

Anyway, thought I would share a photos from recent classes and club meetings. This is Netts bag that she made during a Charm Pack Day. All the projects made that day were constucted from Charm Packs.




At a recent club meeting the lovely Lorinda showed us what she had been working lately and no, I can't figure out how to turn it round so you will have to just twist your head round:

She's also found time for some lovely applique and hand quilting:

Okay, hopefully more tomorrow - don't hold your breath though will you?!!!

I'm Still Here

Yes, I am still here.

The past couple of weeks have been somewhat of a blur. Between work, kids, the mad rush towards the end of term, I had to then be subjected to the ordeal of seeing my eldest son heading of to his school prom looking so much like a man it just about broke my heart.

He had very definite ideas of what he did and did not want to wear and that included a pair of black converse trainers with purple laces with his dinner jacket! As we stood there and watched him and his party pull up at the hall gates in a wonderful horse and carriage it brought a tear to my eye. All those young people looking so fantastic and happy, with their lives ahead of them stretching out. For some there will be lots of good times, for some there will be endless heartache; but life goes on and that evening seemed to mark the beginning and the end of a point in that life path.

As I said to DH that time is now gone, we will never have that again, that moment is passed. Gone is that little boy who would talk for hours on Harry Potter, who would sit in his room and paint Warhammer and read constantly. He is replaced by a young man who now still sits in his room all the time but now he is on MSN, he still reads but there are now war books or sci-fi. I still get a hug every now and then, but on his terms, and it is hard to hug a 6' 3" rake if he doesn't want you to!

But at the end of the day; he is still my little boy and I was incredibly proud of him that evening. Here's to a life full of good times!