Saturday, April 30, 2016

Sticky Saturday: April Showers

Sticky Saturday: messy play fun with kids
 
Every Thursday, I run the messy play at a local mums'n'tots group so I thought I'd include some of the fun we have there and share crafty ideas (which were all stolen from Pinterest obviously). 

This week we made April Showers pictures, a lovely and simple craft which just involved cotton balls, raindrops cut out of paper and lots of pva glue.
I always make one to show the parents what we're doing but I always prefer the kids versions myself. 
 


 
 

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Throwback Thursday: Back in 1999

So the other day this popped up in my Facebook news feed, and while this isn't your usual 'Throwback Thursday' post, I really fancied a good old reminisce.

Before I was 'Mom' I was kinda cool. Now I mostly live in badly fitting jeans and old t-shirts I don't bother to replace when they get all saggy, because lets face it, once I'm in the clothing aisle of the supermarket, I'm hunting out cool clothes for the kids or replacing the underwear they've grown out of. I wish I had more time and money to spend on myself, but for now, while the kids are young, I don't and that's life.
Anyhoo, enough of the martyrhood. I thought I'd put together the uniform of my youth for your viewing pleasure. I tried so hard to find an image of the Bloodhound Gang hoodie that I wore for years, but it does not exist, and of course, there are no photos of me because...well...we didn't do that much then did we?

The uniform of my 1999 (all the way up to about 2003).

I still love these clothes. 
The keychain would have to have either your keys or your wallet on the end, tucked into your back pocket. Wannabes who simply clipped it to their beltloops were mocked.
The shoes had to be an acceptable level of battered. New shoes made you look like either a scally (now called a chav) or a wannabe (someone who recently got their Mummy to buy them a whole new wardrobe so they could fit in)
The fact that I still own my keychain and my battered old Buffaloes probably says a lot (pictured above). I attempt to wear the Buffoloes during winter, along with a pair of Vans I still have but having children gave me the hottest feet in the world and aside from twisted socks, there is nothing more annoying than hot feet, so I tend to stick to pumps. I don't need my keychain any more, which used to keep my purse safe in my back pocket but since I now cart round a massive handbag full of cereal bars and receipts, it goes in there. Mr Strawberry however still uses his.

I shall leave you with one of the few photos of me I could find without an ex-boyfriend. Just for fun.
Now please excuse me while I re-evaluate my boring wardrobe....


Wednesday, April 27, 2016

Wreck it Wednesday: Scribbling on the Edges


Wreck it Wednesday: a page from one of my journals.
 
This is the first of my 'wreck it wednesday' posts, so I thought I'd start with the first journal I started almost a year ago. I haven't finished it yet, but I'm sure I will over the course of this series. It's not the only journal I currently own, I also have the Anti-journal amongst others, and I even made one for my boys.

I love these books, they kept me sane during a really rough time I had last year. There is such freedom in the way they force you to 'ruin' a perfectly good book, something any book lover would struggle with. And I love completely nerding out and watching YouTube videos of other people's completed books, its fascinating how differently people interpret suggestions.
Anyway, here goes...
 
 

Wreck this Journal is available here.

About 'Wreck This Journal' by Keri Smith
(Description from Amazon)
It is book for those who've always wanted to draw outside the lines but were afraid to do it. For anyone who's ever wished to, but had trouble starting, keeping, or finishing a journal or sketchbook comes Wreck This Journal, an illustrated book featuring a subversive collection of suggestions, asking readers to muster up their best mistake - and mess-making abilities to fill the pages of the book (and destroy them).
Through a series of creatively and quirkily illustrated prompts, acclaimed artist Keri Smith encourages journalers to engage in "destructive" acts - poking holes through pages, adding photos and defacing them, painting with coffee, colouring outside the lines, and more - in order to experience the true creative process. With Keri Smith's unique sensibility, readers are introduced to a new way of art and journal making, discovering novel ways to escape the fear of the blank page and fully engage in the creative process.

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Tempting Tuesday: 'A Gallant Effort' (a Bad Cake)




Tempting Tuesday: trying not to kill my family with my experimental cooking.
My new 'Tempting Tuesday' series is supposed to be for my cooking/baking experiments. However, this week's endeavour went a little sour, so I thought I'd include it regardless, mostly for comedy value but also as a 'how NOT to'.
 It's so not in my nature to give up but maybe I should give up baking, at least until I can be better prepared. I should have given up on this cake before it went in the oven. Before I wasted two bars of chocolate on it.

My baby sister turns 21 this week and she asked me to make her a chocolate cake for her tea party. Despite having a new baby, I decided to say I would. I should have said no, but it's my baby sister, how could I?

Even the ingredient are messed up, because as I was making it I forgot to exchange some of the flour with cocoa powder to make it chocolatey. Thankfully, I have a side note in my recipe book which splits the ingredients by a third, so I just added another third, making it a rather large cake. 
Large cakes aren't a large problem with my family. 
Unless it tastes like shit of course.

So, the ingredients were as follows; 
13oz plain flour
3oz cocoa
8oz sugar
6tsp baking powder
8oz butter
4 eggs
140ml milk

Filling; whipped double cream with 200g melted chocolate folded in.
Topping; (and this is where it goes completely awry)
150g butter
150g sugar (SHOULD HAVE BEEN ICING SUGAR but I had a brain malfunction)
200g melted chocolate

I got all my ingredients together at 5pm.
Zander, the four week old baby decided he didn't ever want to be put down, so my ingredients were sieved and weighed in sporadic intervals. Then I realised I had to cook the bigger boys dinner by 6pm and get them to bed by 7pm - alone as Mr Strawberry was working late. 
By 8:30pm, after three attempts at frying it due to the un-put-down-able baby, I had managed to have a bacon sandwich for dinner.
I finally found some cake tins of similar size and got this fucking cake in the oven by 9:30pm, when Mr Strawberry finally got home. At 10pm, it was finally yielding a clean knife when I poked it, so I threw a fresh tea-towel over both the tins and went to bed.
The next morning I set out to decorate it. Not putting it in a sealed box overnight of course meant it was a little dry. I should have known how bad it was going to be because when I was adding the whipped cream and chocolate in between the layers, it was all a bit too easy, with none of the tentative 'oh god the cake is going to split' as I lifted each cake layer.
I had already whisked the sugar into the butter before I realised the consequences of using the wrong sugar. Durrrrrrr. Gritty much. By then, it was too late, like running down a hill, there was no way of stopping now. So I threw the melted chocolate in regardless and chucked it on the cake. As I lovingly (begrudgingly) smoothed the 'butter icing' over the cake, my darling Mr Strawberry wondered in and kindly told me (knowing the issues I was having) it was a 'gallant effort'. I was going to make a nice cereal box cardboard stencil to use while sprinkling on the gold glitter sugar but by then there seemed no point trying to improve this monstrosity so I carefully sprinkled it on by hand, making a delightful '21'. 
Of course everyone at the tea party was very polite, those who weren't chocca full of party food and braved a slice, said it was lovely, but I tried some myself and I can honestly say, it wasn't worth the calorie intake. I was tempted to dollop on some cream to add some sense of moisture, but I never bothered. 
This cake and me, we're not friends, despite how much chocolate it contains.  

So, here's my how NOT to bake guide;
1. Don't bother to make sure you have everything you need before starting. 
2. By all means, attempt to bake while looking after 3 children, including a newborn, without another adult to help.
3. Always attempt to make a very special cake during dinner time or bedtime, or both for maximum effect.
4. Always bake past your bedtime. 
5. It's okay to substitute icing sugar for normal sugar, not gritty at all. 
6. Forget when you put the cake in the oven. 
7. Leave cake out overnight to dry. 
8. Decorate with glitter sugar sprinkles, those things will go a long way in disguising how gritty your butter icing is. 

Gritty butter icing.


Mmmm, so dry and crumbly.

Sorry Baby Belle :(

*****************UPDATE**************

 I just had to share the lovely thing my Mum posted on Facebook. 
"Actually, lots of us went back for seconds. The butter icing is a little, er, unusual but the cake is yummy & not dry at all. What really mattered to the birthday girl is that her big sister made her a cake, despite having a new baby. Loving people is what really matters & that's what you've done."
And she's right you know. It doesn't matter if we cock up, it's all about the trying and the loving people.



Monday, April 25, 2016

Monday Makes: My growing bump

Monday Make: This week's project

This is the first of a series I intend to do, and although it's not strictly a 'make' in the crafty sense, it still took around nine months worth of work (obviously) and is something I always wished I'd done during my other pregnancies.


I don't know if this is obvious, but every four weeks I took a naked selfie in my bedroom mirror, turned them each into a silhouette in photoshop and then brought them all together. 

New Human Alert...Zander is here!

I have been too quiet here, I miss it terribly, but I have been very busy making a human.
Zander was born on the 26th March, on a Saturday night, weighing a mahoosive 10lb 4oz (I was a little shocked to say the least when I plucked him from my ladygarden).
I have grand intentions for lots of regular blog posting, which may or may not be fruitful, depending on how forgiving my beautiful little Zander is. We shall see won't we?

My little hunky chunk

Ed with his new baby bro