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I thought that you didn’t like me

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How can a little badge be so sweet and yet so needy all at the same time? I hear the words said in a whiny voice, “I thought that you didn’t like me” which surely begs the response, “Actually, I don’t…you moaning minnie”.

That’s an aside. My point is that, hoorah hoorah, here I present wibbly wobbly not very good evidence of another tick on my 39 before 40 list: ‘learn to use a sewing machine’. I bought one, studied the manual, wound the bobbin up (without having to pull..pull…clap clap clap…etc etc), managed not to sew my fingers together or any passing children and made a valentine’s garland.

And then I sewed buttons on wonkily and stuck on a moany badge. Ta da.

Finally I plonked it on the mirror and nearly broke my arms lifting up that vastly heavy Big Girl’s Camera, standing on tippytoes trying to get some half decent shots.

My biceps were screaming by this point, but vaguely this is what it looks like…excuse weird perspective issues. I’m too tired to fix them, you get the idea.

I think I’ll call it my Irony Garland, on account of the moany badge.

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Wordless Weekend..ish

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Saturday…I helped my lovely friend Katherine relaunch her deli business at a local farmers market and it looked like this…

Sunday…Diggy’s 3rd birthday…I made a birthday cake, the first one I’ve ever made (and one of my 39 before 40 tasks)…it turned out better than I dared hope and tasted pretty good (faints in amazement)

And then we had a little teaparty for him with a couple of friends. They played, they jumped, they danced, they ate, they ate, they ate, they ate, and then they passed the parcel wearing a variety of hats:

Digby. Diggy. Diggs. Diggydo. Diggers. Diggery. Diggerygo. MrGrumpy. MrWonderful…

Three years old and how time has flown/dragged since you rocked up. You are so willful, feisty, grumpy, delightful, charming, hilarious in equal measures. ‘Good value’, that’s what we say about you….no half measures…all or nothing…a whirlwind, a hurricane….our little miracle baby.

We are so glad you came along, with your white blonde “springs” (curls) and eyes as blue as the sky. We love your lisp, your earnestness, your huge enthusiasm for life and your total and utter lack of any kind “sense of consequence” (as Batman used to say).

You charm us with your unwavering love for your girlfriend Clara, the way you worship your brother and your insistence on “not LOADS of kithess….jutht only one”  You know your mind and you have done from the second you were born. Long may it continue.

Happy Birthday Baby Boy xx

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Hermy’s latest masterstroke

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My latest crush, EU President Herman Van Rompuy, continues to dazzle me with his general wonderfulness. Already he’s on my ‘freebie’ list (laminated) due to his passion for blogging and haiku writing. He’s a man in touch with his sensitive side and, for this alone, we can overlook the fact that he looks a leeeetle bit like Kermit the Frog.

Hardly able to contain their horror, the BBC sneeringly reported this week that Hermy has moved the venue for the forthcoming EU summit meeting to an old Belgian library, eschewing the purpose built vast hanger type building they usually use for such affairs. It’s a brilliant move. The library is small, so only the leaders will be able to sit in the main part of the building for the meeting. Space is so short that each leader will only be allowed one adviser/nose wiper and they will have to sit in an adjacent room. And the translators will have to sit in the gallery above the main library room. The leaders’ delegations and the media will have to stay in the big modern building down the road, there’s no room for them in the inn. Not even the BBC. Ha ha ha.

Hermy’s spokeperson Miss Piggy Leopold Park said the frog wants to create a “warm, intimate atmosphere. The aim is to have a brainstorming discussion, an open, frank debate about the economy, climate change and Haiti”.

The man is a genius! What better way to try to get a useful, productive debate going than by stripping away the formality of the previous summits, turfing out all the hangers on and forcing the leaders to sit together, very close, side-by-side, look each other in the eye and chew the cud. There will be no hiding place, no army of advisers/translators getting in the way of the business…just good old fashioned debate. Meanwhile the world’s media will be packed like cattle in to the hanger, frantically scribbling in their Grudge Books…

Whilst marveling at Hermy’s bold move I was reminded of someone I used to work for whose motto for assessing proposals during complex negotiations was, ‘Can I live with it?’. At the time I thought this was a cop out to be honest; surely the point of negotiation is to win as many points as possible, and not be budged from your position? But he was wiser than me and, given that we worked for a huge organisation where decision making was slow and ponderous, he really had the right idea. So, in practice, you would consider the other side’s position or request…it might not match your own desire but you would ask youself, ‘but can I live with it?’, and if the answer was ‘yes’ then concede the point and move on. Adopting this approach not only kept negotiations trotting along at a reasonable pace, it also meant you gained some good will…ready to be traded in when you hit a ‘No, I really can’t live with that’ moment. Win win, all round.

I don’t often get involved in high level negotiations these days but, of course, life is one big negotiation isn’t it? So, I’m proposing to bring back the ‘can I life with it?’ motto as I think it could be a really powerful stress buster….’The Megaboys are wearing stripes and tartan together, again. Can I live with it? Well, I don’t like how it looks but they are warm and clean so, yes, I can live with it’…’My house isn’t as tidy as I’d like, but the boys want to do a puzzle with me, so can I live with the mess? Yes, I can live with it’…’MrSpud wants to watch Timeteam for the millionth time. Can I live with it? No I bloody well can’t, give me the remote immediately you funny little man’ And so on.

How can I get in touch with Hermy to introduce him to the power of the ‘Can I live with it?’ negotiation tool because I’m certain a summit meeting of EU leaders is exactly the kind of place it could work its magic? If everyone present was prepared to concede on points they could live with, and only really do battle for the important stuff I’m confident the meeting would be as productive as Hermy is hoping for. The library is an excellent start, but he needs a little icing on the cake.

Should I drop him a memo? In the form of a haiku? 17 syllables (5-7-5)

Can I live with it?

The leaders should ask themselves

If yes, please move on.

Hmm, I’m not sure. It’s lacking a little ‘punch’ (and a few hundred syllables). I might have to quickly learn Flemish and post a comment on his blog.

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Making progress

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My granny square blanket is taking shape and, frankly, I’m having a moment of NAKED pride at my achievements. Of course one shouldn’t really blow one’s own horn etc etc, but what’s the point of having a blog if you can’t shamelessly show off whenever it pleases you?

Ideally there would be a photo of the Work In Progress but it’s late, it’s dark, I’m tired and frankly I can’t really be bothered. So instead I have snitched a photo from my Photo A Day project on Flickr, of lovely pins. Too pretty to use of course but they look nice and, as we all know, that’s what counts. Style over substance, that’s my motto and I’m sticking to it.

Actually I had a bit of a false start, ahem. The first week of Grannies was good, but the second round of each Granny was quite hard going. Also they looked very ugly in terms of colour scheme. And I was using the wrong size hook (basic schoolgirl error). So I’ve relegated the first dozen Grannies the Home for Old Biddies (AKA donated to Megaboys for their current crochet obsession…which mostly consists of unravelling…shudders).

I’ve learnt a few lessons and these are they:

1. Always read the pattern. This will save a few tears and tantrums along the way.

2. If it feels wrong, it probably is.

3. A bad workman always blames his tools. And a good crochetwoman always uses the right size hook and doesn’t just ‘wing it’.

4. Many people have a natural ability to blend colour and tones effortlessly. I am not one of them. My attempts looked like dog vomit. A planned colour scheme works much better for me.

5. Yarn is really really pricey if you get all fancy and insist on cashmere/merino mix.

6. Cheap yarn is really horrible and scratchy.

7. It’s going to take a while until I can crochet and talk at the same time.

8. Or crochet without my tongue hanging out in concentration…

Some day soon I’ll show you how it’s going. But, be assured, the dog vomit grannies will never see the light of day. Mostly because the Megaboys will have unravelled them and thank the Lord for that….

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