Sconch Blog

I'm currently sitting in the queue for the Sea Train (as the Sconchlet likes to call it). We've had a little break at Mr Sconch's family cottage with my parents. Terrible timing really, what with us moving in 2 weeks, but we all needed the break to try and rejuvenate ourselves before what will be a crazy month.  

It didn't work, the resting bit I mean. I'm exhausted. I've had a lovely time, really lovely, and we did a lot of really fun things. It was also great for the Sconchlet, she's had the best week ever. But I'm tired. Obviously I worked a bit as usual, but I'm mainly tired from the 2 days at Disney. Not that I'm complaining. We were hugely lucky to get taken to Mickey's playground, but I'm not so good with big days. We hired the wheelchair, as I'd never last a day, let alone 2, with all that walking. Which the Sconchlet loved, as by the end of the first day she used me as a personal napping spot:

Most of you who are local will know of Darren who works in the unit behind us. Well, you may not know that his lovely mummy also works there. Even more less known is her amazing miniature knitting skills!

Jackie is an antiques dealer by trade, and collects the most adorable little dolls. When she said she would bring them in to show me, I was excited (because what girly girl doesn't get excited about dolls?) but I may have squealed just a little bit when I saw them. Because LOOK AT THE OUTFITS!

I had a massage last week. It is my second in a few weeks. I have vouchers left over from birthdays and Christmas, and I've been on a bit of a mission to get them used before they expire.

On both occasions, the therapists were lovely. The rooms were lovely. The oils were scented. But I think I did it wrong.

Is that possible?!

It's 5am on a Saturday. Mr Sconch is snoring. I'm actually awake because I'm in pain, but now can't get back to sleep because of the noise emanating from that side of the bed. I can't complain too much I suppose, as he brought me a cup of tea at 4am when he realised I was awake.

Anyway, I digress.

It's 5am and I am now thinking about work. And patterns that are half formed in my head. And about end of term teacher gifts. And about the choir concert I have at lunchtime. And about the referendum and the impact that will have on Sconch. And about games and activities for the Sconchlet which would mean she doesn't feel like I'm constantly working instead of playing with her. And about yarny orders I need to place. And about the 10k run in two weeks.

But despite my head being in a total dither making me feel a little like I'm going to implode, mostly I'm thinking about the giant mistake I've just made in the Couthie shawl I'm making and whether I should frog it or not.

I've not been around as much on social media the last two weeks or so as things have been a little crazy. I've been on Instagram a bit, but less so on FB (I feel bad about spamming your FB feeds with photos of my dinner, constant photos of what I'm making etc...not sure why. Maybe that's why you actually all follow me though...)

The weekend before last was jam packed. Sunday saw Mr Sconch and I involved with a drama festival with our local drama group followed by our choir's debut performance at the towns birthday celebrations for the Queen.

The morning went surprisingly well (those that come into the shop might be aware of just how little lines I knew by Saturday, but some rather intense line reading solved that) and our little play won 4 awards! Including Best Actress for yours truly, which was quite a shock.

Summertime weekends. My favourite time of the year. Especially when it means getting away.

We are very lucky to have lovely neighbours who are happy to dog sit meaning we can pop out for day trips to the beach (for those that aren't local, we are only about 45 minutes from the beautiful Mersea Island). Last year was full of happy memories of pottering around on the beach, and we have already started our trips for this year...

So, 30th April 2016 was a day to remember. For so many reasons, not all of them brilliant...

...firstly, the brilliant. YARN SHOP DAY. Oh my gosh what an amazing day. I didn't think anything could top last years crazy day, but this was amazing. So many people, and oh the weather! We were sunning ourselves out in the car park (yes, we are that glamourous), and we even sunned ourselves WHILST IT SNOWED. Crazy weather.

Here were the first arrivals firmly camped out...clearly something was hilarious if the look on Jenny's face is anything to go by...

Firstly I just wanted to say a huge thank you for the amazing response I have had to the last blog post. I've had a LOT of private messages about it, full of support, which is amazing. I sometimes find the concept of blogging a bit odd. Pouring your heart out to strangers. But that's the thing really, isn't it? Blogging simply widens your friendship circle. So thank you x

However, despite all of that stuff, life continues. It was a crazy weekend here at Sconch HQ (what's new?). We had a right old proper knees up on Saturday at the Bocking Village Club with the Bocking Theatre Club for their St George's Day Cockney Night. It was a fun singalong night with much merriment  (probably something to do with the speciality gins on offer - new favourite, grapefruit slice in Tanqueray)

Here I am with my spiffing red braces and flat cap (courtesy of Chameleon Costumes - although now wondering why I don't have braces as part of my standard wardrobe).

Most of you probably know that on most days you can find the Sconchlet in the shop with me. Well on Saturday we were a bit crazily busy, and Mr Sconch was super busy doing important websitey stuff, so he gave the little one his phone to listen to some Frozen music.

But as those of you who have witnessed what happens when you give a small creature a phone or ipad, they soon come out of whatever app they were in and start to have a good mooch around. Because technology is for them a doddle. Well, unsurprisingly (it is her current obsession) she went straight to the camera. For the whole day.

And so I present to you, Sconch the yarn shop. As seen through a 3 year old's eyes...