Saturday, 18 September 2010

Imaginary Worlds

I have been watching Little Pink this week and found myself mesmerised by her wonderful imagination.  She has carried me to the car, strapped me into my seat, given me a drink and driven me to Germany, complete with car noises and gear changes!  She has been shopping several times, driving to the supermarket in her car (her ride on toy), put her groceries in the boot and driven back home again, taking care to stop at all the red lights.  She has cooked, cleaned, done some gardening, bathed her dolls and teddies, put them to bed, read them a story, cuddled them when they hurt themselves and even put plasters on the ones with more serious injuries.  My favourite game was Mummy's bedtime, which meant I got put to bed on the sofa, covered with blankets and left to go to sleep for ten minutes!

Her bathtime games are just as imaginative.  Empty shampoo bottles become boats, submarines, kettles, waterfalls.  She swims in the "blue lake", just like the one she swam in on holiday, except this one has bubbles in it and is warmer!  In the garden, her trampoline has become an ice-cream parlour and she serves up delicious sundaes from there!  During one of our trips to town Tigger walked on the pavement with us and then had to hold our hands to cross the road so that he would be safe.

I am always sad when Little Pink wants to play but I can't because I have to cook tea, empty the dishwasher, hoover or do another of those chores that get in the way.  I wish I was more able to look at the world through her eyes, with innocence and wonder and delight.  I am left wondering just what is it that happens to our imagination as we grow older?  Why do so many of us lose the ability to see beyond the daily grind?  I know that it would be impossible to live in a make-believe world all of the time, and that we have to work and earn money to pay the bills, but why does our imagination seem to go to waste?  How can we reclaim the child within us whilst balancing it with the demands that our grown-up lives place upon us?

Friday, 10 September 2010

Tickled Pink's Treats

I have been totally blown away by the number of crafty creative people I have discovered since I began Tweeting and putting Tickled Pink Crafts out there on t'Interweb.  The talent, skill and imagination of these people is incredible and so I thought I would share some of my favourites with you.  I think I will make this a regular spot as there are too many to mention at once and I can enjoy looking at all the gorgeous goodies again and again, so please don't be cross if you don't appear this time, because I'm sure you will!

I'm starting with a shameless plug for  Miss Tickled and I are so proud of our website, and I am eternally grateful to her for creating such a wonderful showcase for our jewellery.  Each piece we make is totally unique, there may be similarities but no two pieces will ever be identical and they are lightweight and easy to wear.  Please drop by, have a look and tell your friends.

I think you will fall in love with the Socklings as much as I have -  Their creator describes them as Crazy Creatures made from socks and I think that's just about perfect.  Who would have thought that such adorable critters could be made from socks.  Here is a picture of Stripes who I have bought for Little Pink as a "moving into our new house gift".

I am completely in love with everything which Teasemade creates with her fine needle work and beautiful fabrics -  I just can't choose a favourite piece.

Then there's Scrummy Beads,  Beautiful and fun handmade beads, crafted into quirky jewellery that's fun to wear. Go and take a look, you won't be disappointed.

You should also go and look at where there are gorgeous photocards like this one.

This one really blew my mind -  The patience and skill in this is incredible.

Finally, here's one that I love, love, love -  The idea behind this is lovely and I may have to order one of these when finances are better.

And gosh, there are so many more:  Dottie Designs, Dragon Jewellery, Kokokelli, Silver Birch Bags, Diomo Glass, LouLou's Luxuries to name but a few, I know I've left so many talented people out.  Then there are the bloggers, amazingly talented writers who provoke and entertain - have a look at the list of blogs on here and you'll see how good they are.  I could sit here all night and list names and websites of all the incredible things that I have found.

You know, the Internet is an amazing thing.  How on earth did we manage without it, where did we celebrate our gifts and showcase what we are doing before it came along?  How did I ever cope without my "virtual" friends and colleagues (I say that as Grandpa Pink is looking over my shoulder tutting and completely not understanding what I am doing!)?  I love it and am in awe of the wealth of talent that is out there.

PS:  Hope that those people I've included on here don't mind - let me know if you want me to remove you and I will do so immediately.

Sunday, 5 September 2010

Preparation for the big move

So, after a week of tension in the Pink household, we finally exchanged contracts with our buyer and seller on Friday.  Thursday night was a particularly sleepless one as our buyer's solicitor had discovered a covenant on a piece of land at the back of our house restricting the use to agricultural only - it appeared that we may have breached the covenant by building part of our extension on it (not that we knew it existed).  My night consisted of worrying about how on earth we could get round this and I had visions of the sale falling through and us having to pull down the right hand corner of our kitchen, pay an enormous fine, be put in the village stocks and pelted with all kinds of rotten fruit and vegetables by the other residents, who know that their gardens should only be used for agricultural purposes.  Suffice it to say that a red line drawn on a map was enough to ensure the exchange happened.

After the fantastic news had sunk in, Mr Pink toddled off to Heathrow to catch his latest flight to China, casually dropping the bombshell that he wouldn't be back until Saturday not Friday as usual.  He swears he had mentioned this before, but I think it was probably in one of those regular conversations that he has with himself but fails to vocalise externally!  Fortunately, Grandpa Pink has come to stay for the duration of the trip (and a bit longer) to help me start to sort things out.

Today we decided we would tackle the loft.  Luckily this is a walk in loft not one that has to be approached via a tiny hole in the ceiling - we do have one of those, but it involves me climbing up Mr Pink's shoulder and head to get in as he is too portly to fit through the hatch!  Now, foolishly I thought that this wouldn't be too bad as Mr Pink and I had sorted some things out before we put the house on the market.  Oh, how wrong I was!  Here are some of the items we have either marked for the charity shop or tip:

  • a bedside cabinet with no door and a broken leg
  • two 'portable' televisions - I use the term 'portable' but they each weigh as much as a baby elephant
  • odd pieces of plasterboard
  • empty shoeboxes
  • Mr Pink's 1980's style flying jacket (he is slightly bulkier now than I imagine he was then)
  • 3 computer bags - computers not included
  • an empty paint pot
  • a box of random ceramic tiles
 We did find lots of lovely 'forgotten' things too:
  • 3 beautiful handblown glass baubles from the Czech Republic
  • my single and LP collections - there's a whole blog post in there!
  • Great Grandma Pink's wooden chair - the leg has broken but we will get it repaired
  • Mr Potato Head
  • box crammed full of toy tractors and farm machinery
 And then, there are the things that you just don't know what to do with:
  • all the notes I made when writing my M.Litt thesis - just what do you do with pages and pages of writing about The Position of Women in Late 19thC Austrian Literature?
  • soft toys 
  • books that I have read, will never read again, but can't bear to throw away
  • wooden kitchen blind - will it fit the new house?
 And that's just half the loft, the other half is still to be done, the half that the rat decided would be a good place to live.  Then there's the shed and that kitchen drawer, you know, the one that everything gets shoved in - who knows what we might find in there?