Home made wonders
There is nothing like receiving home made goods. I really appreciate anything hand or home made, so you can imagine my delight when my Uncle and Auntie turned up with not only home made damson jam from their garden but also real, proper honey made in their cottage garden by their very own bees. Aaaah, they were gooood:
Don’t you just love how God works through us all? This week has brought many blessings. We were offered a seven seater car in pristine condition. A gift from a friend who was buying a new car. We are unable to afford to run a second car and when we went round to see it were unsure how to turn it down without seeming ungrateful. God had it all worked out though because on arrival our friend shared with us about a friend of hers who was adopting and had said that if we didn’t want it could they have it? It was like we were blessing this other couple and it wasn’t even our car to bless with! So there was no guilt involved just a true happiness.
Then on Tuesday I received an email from Lorna to say if we wanted the inside of her spare wardrobe we could have it. A strange email to anyone else maybe, but to me it came with so many blessings. Let me backtrack a little. Last Friday, as Lorna showed me around her new home there was a really beautiful, very old shelving unit. I fell in love with it straight away and expressed that if she ever wanted to part with it could I have first refusal. It turned out the shelving unit wasn’t a shelving unit but the inside of an old wardrobe.
I just love the vintage look of it, which in our very old cottage is perfect. I just LOVE it! Thank you Lorna!
Update on the girl’s bedroom
This has been my main project this week, primarily because of the aforementioned wardrobe (or inside of wardrobe). I had ideas for us to change it from a shelving unit to a small wardrobe with the addition of a roof and rail. I shared my ideas with Gary, who is brilliant at making any idea a reality. He did not disappoint, and whilst it may not be to everyone’s taste (it doesn’t actually have a door….) I LOVE it! Really love it. And the girls are very happy too!
Next week I intend working on the other side of the room to create an area for our very old, tatty but oh so comfy rocking chair, as well as organise the toys and fill the book shelves with books.
Building a material stash
Another of my projects this week was to sort through all B3’s old clothes. Any I didn’t think I would use go to the charity shop, each bag earning us £2; otherwise I snip off buttons, zips and fasteners and cut off the seams and so forth to produce a stack of fabric to use for crafting, patch work and the like. I changed three boxes of clothes into a basket of fabric scraps, a stash of scraps for my girls and four bags of clothes to go to the charity shop:
Nourishing the Body
Since my operation I have struggled to get back onto the proverbial weight loss band wagon. Would you believe in the week following the op I put on a stone. A stone! And all around my tummy. I did some research to see if this was normal and it seems it is. The weight is water retention and it feels yukky! The last few weeks I have been attempting to inch myself back towards healthy eating, with occasional success. The main success which I thought I would share today is our lunch time soup. We eat this most lunch times. It is made from onion, garlic, celery, carrots (chop small and gently fry), add chicken stock (at least two pints, if not more) and tiny pasta shells and bring to boil. Whilst bubbling gently chop a large courgette and add to soup once pasta is cooked. Add around 1 – 11/2 cups of frozen peas and the same of sweetcorn. Soup is ready once peas have started to float. You do not want to cook the last three ingredients merely warm through. Serve large portion with grated cheese on top. No need for bread as the pasta keeps it filling:
I wonder if all my blogging friends would mind praying for me? I am, as stated, struggling with my weight again and would appreciate prayer to conquer this area of my life once and for all. And secondly it is February. Need I say more? Accept I really thought I had somehow missed feeling the February blooos this year, maybe on account of me sleeping or being in generally better health, but then Thursday happened. I feel like I am wading through tar. Every thing feels hard. My whole body aches. I know this won’t last. I know by March I will feel myself again. But this is horrible. It’s horrible for me and it’s horrible for my children (although they figured out what was wrong before I did….must have been my yearly threat to send them to school which gave them a clue 🙂 ). My little C12 bought me a gorgeous little key ring to cheer me up and remind me to keep going, as it was only another three weeks to go and then all would be right once more. I thank God for an understanding family, but please would you pray?