Sunday, 15 October 2017

Sunday Snapshots

At last, things are starting to get a little bit easier and I can start getting on with the whole living thing.



After the overly complex stitchery I started on one of the flowers for my embroidered dress at the beginning of the week, it felt like I would never get it either right or finished. My mood darkened, but I kept at it and then suddenly it was finished.



The kitchen is no longer the sensory nightmare of the last couple of months, as long as I am the only one in there. I even managed to gather a harvest from the allotment and make a potato curry with my homegrown produce.



I’ve also managed to not only go properly outside but took on my own ASD / PTSD challenge. In true over the top ADHD style, I went on a day trip to The Knitting and Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace, the perfect overwhelmingly stimulating environment to anxiously await the boy’s Kent Test results.



If I can cope with needlefelted Sherlocks, then I can probably start to engage in some of those day to day activities that have been causing me such distress.


 
This charming set of characters is from the book The Natural World of Needle felting 
The Natural World of Needle felting  (more on  the show to follow in another blog post).



Inspired and motivated following my mum school trip, I finally got around to starting my next Ridgeway Cottage Treaures project with a bit of Lino cutting.



Close supervision curtesy of the real life Sherlock who as ever brought a ball to the party incase I fancied a break. 



Although I found the “suprise we are early”invasion from the plumbers completely rattled my box of neatly packed PTSD symptoms and tipped them out all over the floor, it wasn’t the end of the world. Yes they arrived 3 days early and then not only ignored the request to phone before the came but also arrived 3 hours before the allotted slot. And yes they shook the foundations of the house with their pneumatic drill when they made a massive hole into the house. And also if that drill didn’t overload my ASD ears enough, they used a circular saw to cut my original Victorian floorboards. However when you’ve got a leak under your house, this is how it’s fixed and so we went out to the beach. As is now traditional, we had chips at the beach for lunch. It is always lovely surprise to get your chips surved in the same bowl your grandmother used.




And then the mid October sun came out and life didn’t seem so bad at all.



The temperature started to sore back into the twenties but with a special golden autumn warmth.



And it most definitely was warm enough for a paddle in the sea.

Tuesday, 10 October 2017

Sunday, 8 October 2017

Sunday Snapshots




This week has been difficult because I had a migraine. There is nothing more grounding than not being able to stand up or sip water without being sick. Strangely though, this I have felt less lost in my own world and there were times, when the headache shifted slightly, that I felt moments of real clarity. 




The weather is still pleasant and the light lasts long enough for us to fit in up to three walks a day for Sherlock, although on some days I have been barely able to manage one. Being lost in my thoughts of the woods, the colours of the autumnal leaves and the crunch of acorns under foot, has been preferable to the psychological trauma associated with PTSD.




Sherlock, as always, has taken his role of family pet very seriously and even when he’s not been sure of what he’s supposed to be doing, he has shown true collie commitment.




Actually both pets have been showcasing their characters this week. Herbie is adamant that the weather is warm enough to remain outside and has moaned about a chill in the air from the garden side of the cat flap.




And finally the aspect that has been most surprising for me is that no matter how awful you feel and how heavily issues weigh on your mind, it’s worth getting out there because you never know what you might find. It was a real effort this morning because I felt so sick and my head hurt, but there on the corner of the woods, was this little fellow. Sherlock wasn’t convinced but I was pleased to see a horse waiting patiently for adventurers to happen upon him.


Thursday, 5 October 2017

End of an Era



When I lost baby Jack I ran and ran. I ran through the deserted streets early in the morning whilst the city slept. I saw shops come and go and watched with great excitement as an old style department store, Deakins Outfitters, was transformed into the delightfully art nouveau style cafe bar La Trappiste.





It closed down on 3rd October 2017 after 7 years, so Josie and I went for a farewell lunch on Sunday. 




Obviously we sat in our usual seat of the glass floor and under the skylight, rather like a maximum effect glass and light sandwich. 





For those of you who are not fans of a vintage green glass floor, this one now has several large significant cracks around the edge which only adds to the thrill. 




However in all the times we have been, we have never been able to sit on the roof terrace. It has always been closed because it’s wet.




It’s the most beautiful place. Built as a rounded corner building, the architecture is fascinating, it’s full of dark wood, turquoise and the geometric decorative loveliness of art nouveau.




Even the washrooms are pretty and not hidden down some dimly lit unattractive corridor.




Josie had pink lemonade and I had water, sticking with the classic “mum’s paying - kid splashes out” tradition.




Olives obviously.




And the unusual choice of a margherita pizza 🤣. If there was any point adding a note for future reference here, which there isn’t because the restaurant is now shut and everyone’s lost their jobs, the pizzas are really big. We ate half each and took the rest home. We had some for tea, Charlie had some and there was a piece for Josie’s packed lunch. 





However I have learnt a few points for the future.

1. Change happens - get used it. It seems bad at the time but I heard a rumour that Chapter are taking the building and they do sourdough vegan pizza and fancy IPAs.

2. Sometimes I’m fussy about chips (actually always) and I don’t really like fat ones. I probably don’t actually like chips at all but will eat them especially at the beach

3. Ordering chips and not liking them is never a problem because someone will always eat your chips and if not Sherlock is a big fan. He’s a former street dog who had to survive on rank discarded take-aways. 


Sunday, 1 October 2017

Sunday Snapshots

I’ve had quite a lot to reflect on this week. Being given a diagnosis of post traumatic stress disorder on Tuesday has helped me to identify why I’m currently unable to live an ordinary life.






My tiny house in which to keep unwanted thoughts that I can now label as PSTD.

Anyone who has ever spent more than 24 hours with me, will know that one of the last I’m the last to fall asleep and the first to wake up. I challenge anyone to ever say “oh yes Susie’s your typical three meals a day girl.” If you have even seen me eat, you will probably not be surprised to hear it is out of politeness and the only people, other than my husband, to ever hear me say “I’m hungry” are direct blood relatives.






This is the new dog friendly cafe at Westgate on Sea for when you’ve walked the dog in the rain. Everyone knows I have my coffee black and strong. I don’t like milk (it’s for baby cows) and it’s unlikely that I’ve had enough sleep.

I started to suspect things were not as the should be a while ago but once I stopped sleeping for more than 2 hours and had to force myself eat, I knew that blocking the thoughts from my mind was not going to be enough. However it does seem that for small pockets of time, I can put that life aside and live in a world with snapshots of hope.






Yesterday we saw a seal swimming off the cost of Margate.






It’s now October which means the summer dog ban on the beaches of Kent is over leaving Sherlock free to run wherever he wants.






I also made a new dog walking friend outside the Sea Hospital luxury flat development. I told him all about my dream to open a independent school at Dreamland to engage the disengaged and teach them that dreams are achievable. He starts his new job at Dreamland in 2 weeks.






And I went out for lunch with Josie and had pizza, although we did bring most of it home and eat it cold later. I gave some to Charlie and Josie is taking the rest for lunch.

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Friday, 22 September 2017

Magic beans

When I was little my family were close and to me it seemed like there were loads of them. There were 4 of us kiddies, my Grandparents lived round the corner, my auntie and uncle and younger cousins, a short distance up the road. It felt like we were always with family. That's not how it is now.





My glamorous assistants.

I could walk to my grandparents house by myself from a young age and I think I ran away from home and went there quite a lot. They had a big garden with everything you could ever need. There was a stray dog that my dad had brought home when he lived there, a greenhouse with tomatoes, cucumbers geraniums and resident frogs, apple trees, flowers, a row of roses, a vegetable shop, old sleepers for practicing for skills so I could run away with the circus and my grandpa's workshops.




Although autumn has arrived and my flowers are fading, not only can I collect the seeds but I can relive the memory of my grandpa collecting his bean seeds.




The seeds are always magical for me because in those tiny plant boxes are the dreams of tomorrow. They develop little shoots that blossom and grow to be vines that climb and climb. They produce flowers and beans and then finally come full circle back to seeds. They do this over and over again, as if they live forever.





With a magic bean anything could happen, they are a symbol of infinite possibilities. For example, though Jack swapped a cow for magic beans and his mum called him stupid and was cross, Jack was right. The magic beans allowed him to create his own destiny. Yes he had to deal with a giant and of course it was really scary when he was bullied and told that his bones would be ground to make bread but it didn't stop him. He went back, which took a lot of courage and he rescued the golden goose from the mean person who kept her trapped under his power of proximity. As with all magic beans, there was a happy ending and Jack was rewarded for doing the right thing. This was a double blessing for Jack because he was vegan and his favourite colour was gold unless that wasn't an option and then he liked yellow.




The end of my magic bean story this year, as with many before, is that I get seeds for the future to share with my friends and family. For Jack the prize was gold, for me it's a bonfire.




My dad and my grandad loved a fire. One of the greatest and most precious gifts I have from them is my masters in fire. What's not to like on a chilly but sunny autumn afternoon, than burning whatever you can find that you no longer need. I can't wait, it's a whole sensory delight of warm, happy memories. For me it's worth more than gold.



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Monday, 18 September 2017

Flowers on Friday on Monday

At the start of August my world was turned upside down and it wasn't the learning to do a handstand Cody programme. I had three things on my summer bucket list this year.

1. Gardening
2. Yoga - handstands and mermaid pose especially
3. Design a tattoo

As we approached the summer holidays, I was so excited. This was my year, I'd put in the ground work and the kids were big enough not to need me to be the queen of summer holiday entertainment. Then I got a phone call and my life became a run away train and I am still trying to get off because it keeps whizzing past stuff I want to look at.

So I'm not saving anything for best anymore. I'll be wearing sequins and wellies to Sainsbury's, I've got my own Susie version of the double man bun and do you know what?... I am going to do Flowers on Friday on Monday. Hold on to you handbags, I'm going to be living my life on the shed roof.




This is the second flush for the campanula. It was here in the spring and back for Autumn, a second chance and another turn for this little corner of purple.





Best friends forever, nasturtiums and tomatoes. I do love orange, and how it is often forgotten or left out of the favourite colours world.





Holding onto the sun, staying gold and reliably my favourite, dahlia Karma Corona. Sometimes it hard to have faith but I always believe in Karma.






In memory of my time as the president of The Pink Ladies WI, dahlia 1466. We don't care that you are just a number.






Dahlias, you are all my favourites





And you too marigolds.






There is always the sun, even when it's covered by clouds. There are always sunflowers in my garden even if they are the seeds waiting to be next year's sun or be nibbled by winter hungry birds or mice.





And finally a random flower planted by a generous bird or possibly me or it could even be a result of one of the boy's science experiments. Everyone's welcome in my garden.

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Monday, 28 August 2017

Late Bank Holiday Monday




  When the early morning mist roll in, despite being burnt off by the sunshine later, there is no denying that my lizard baking days are numbered and it's time to go back to work.

But for one last day, I can potter around my garden with care free abandon, dead heading the dahlias, collecting seeds and ignoring the various kid related plastic debris that always accumulates in the summer holiday's. To quote Mountain from The Soda stream Shame advert,




🐬  🐬  🐬 "Can't you hear the dolphins crying" 🐬 🐬 🐬


For short bursts of time I can remain motionless, totally absorbed in the moment before my recently diagnosed ADHD powers cause an explosion of ideas firing at 1,000,000 miles per hour simultaneous.

Most of August has been highjacked by my diagnosis of ASD. My senses were sent haywire by sensitivity to the medication I was given and I couldn't even go in my own garden. It rained in my garden and in my heart.



However no matter what happens in the chaos of my mind and the garden carries on as it should.

So here we are, flowers on late Bank Holiday Monday.






If only you could really capture the smell of fresh roses warmed by the rays of the sun





Dahlia " Karma Corona"





Name to be added if I can find the plant label or if I remember to





England Dahlia for boys. The boys accidently knocked this over whilst creating a slow worm habitat and my boy asked me to put on the table so he can see it while he has his breakfast.





Who doesn't love an everlasting sweet pea?

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These marigolds have been the greatest success in my garden this year, they are all over the place. Message me if you would like seeds, I have plenty to share.





The prettiest weeds around. Easy to grow, edible and if any child wants to pick flowers in my garden they can pick as many as they like





Once again name to be added if I can find the plant label or if I remember to