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...