Grateful for {a week full of chats}

{found time for a ride with the kids.  my bike :: a black dutchie from Mojo}

It started on Sunday night with a catchup with friends who have recently returned home to our shores.  Talking about church, work and kids.

Then tea with friends for just an hour before the school pickup. Me sitting with my crochet like a little ol’ granny. Talking about ourselves, our homes and yes, our kids.

Catching up with family that I hadn’t seen for a long time. Discussing how time goes so fast.  Celebrating the fact that we are all getting older.

Walking with another friend who has persisted in getting me out there to pound the pavement. Talking about faith, church, kids and family.

Sitting in the food hall at Ikea talking with a friend, treating ourselves to lunch.  Talking about relationships, God and our families.

Catching up with my SIL at Maccas. Talking about life, kids, the art of procrastination and the grumpy woman who had the gall to tell our children off.

Catching up with others over the phone.  Exchanging encouraging words and having a mutual understanding of what we sometimes go through helps oh, so much.

Chatting over tea with others, for a catchup that is long overdue. Talking about why we haven’t caught up in a while. Talking about our busy lives and how we can prioritise better.

It’s been a very chatty week, but a week that has been so productive.

I’m grateful for that. Grateful for a week full of support and communication.

Linking up with 52 weeks of Grateful with Maxabella over at Village Voices.

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{I made it myself & grateful for craft classes}

yep, multitasking here. combining two posts.

otherwise you will truly think I am nuts and spend all my time at this computer.

My Creative Space :: I made it myself

{three quilts I have made the kids. three totally different styles.  all well-loved}

Grateful for craft classes :: ceramics, mosaics and quilting

I am grateful that I have a husband who loves to get out and do things. Sailing, golf, other team sports.  I am grateful that he has always encouraged me to get out and do somethings just for me.

First it was ceramics – back in the day when ceramics were cool. Yes, last century some time. I learnt how to glaze, sgraffito and paint properly with the right brushes.  I painted pots, plates, and one terrible little bear for a little boy who isn’t so little anymore.  I hope that bear has perished with one swift flick off the shelf and shattered into so many pieces that it wouldn’t be worth super-gluing back together.  I don’t have any of my ceramic pieces any more.  The really nice pieces broke, and the really awful pieces went to the op-shop.  I learned to work with ceramics after Chiara was born.

Then it was mosaics. A twelve week course, way back when mosaics were REALLY cool.  I learned how to design a design….did I just type that? I learned how to cut tiles and glass the right way.  I learned how to grout and polish.  The result? A great little out-door table that we still use today.  I also made an outdoor dining table, which has since been thrown out, mosaiced (not a word..) around the pizza oven and done multiple pots and stepping-stones with the kids.  I learned to mosaic after Lachlan was born.

{close up of our little mosaic table. it needs another grouting}

Then I learned how to quilt and sew. With the most patient person in the entire world.  First was a shockingly pink sampler for Chiara, which now is rolled up in the top of her cupboard.  Then other quilts and projects followed.  Along with about five unfinished projects hiding away in my cupboard which I will finish one day.  That was after Paige was born.

{my first quilt – a sampler for chiara. ooh, I cringe.  what was i thinking? }

I am grateful for learning these skills.  Even today, even the skills that I thought I may never use again crop up and come in handy.  I am grateful for the time out, alone where I could escape the business of the home and broaden my horizons.

Have you ever done a course at night?  If you could do a course, what one would it be?

Linking up with Maxabella and 52 weeks of grateful.  Pop on over and check out what others are grateful for.

also, linking up with #amonthof #mycreativespace by Kirsty from Kootoyoo, over at Village voices. 

see you next week

x

Grateful for {piano playing}

I am so grateful that Keeks has taken to the piano again.  Last year was tough on her.  Starting year seven, new school, new friend dynamics, new teachers, new expectations.  On top of that she continued to have piano tutoring and then also took up percussion in the school band.  It was her choice to do two – it would be good for her we thought, give her something to be passionate about.  It was too much.  School work suffered, practice suffered.  We supported her through music exams, performances, lessons and tears.

This year, after talking long and hard with us over the Christmas school holidays, she decided that she should give up on band.  We felt that having a break from piano would do her good as well.  Her piano teacher supported us in this decision – maybe just for a term she said.  Well, it’s been three terms and still no piano tutoring.  The piano lay quiet for months.  Only a few times would the lid be lifted and the ivories tinkled.

Until a family friend offered her the opportunity to take a place in a church community band.  No pressure, just come along and be part of the team.  That is what did it.  Her return to the piano. For the past six weeks, we have been treated to the endless hours of practice.  “Just getting this part right” is her usual answer to “Hows it going?”  Truly music to my ears.

Grateful that Keeks has her music verve back.  Grateful that she is enjoying it.  Grateful for the beautiful noise that permeates our house once again.

Linking up with 52 Weeks of Grateful over at Village Voices.