so this is a little blog about me n my life. i'm a mother, a wife, a photographer, a friend and a sims2 addict.
So Ellie and Lee are baking fake Dora cupcakes this morning and I’m thinking we started too early in the day…. she has come in to me about 6 times crying because “daddy won’t let her [insert task here]” this has included putting a sticker on my golden syrup sponge, have daddy’s fizzy, put stickers on the cakes before they go in the oven. You can imagine the rest.
I’m hoping swimming this afternoon will be more successful…. lol
i cannot stop laughing at this gif
it’s just like
ONE ROSE IS NOT ENOUGH LET’S HAVE ALL THE ROSES
Let in ALL the roses!
Fairy! I love this Shit.
It lasts longer than pretty much every other brand I’ve used and they even made one to help keep your hands nice n soft while you wash dishes. I love it.
Plus barely need a drop to make lots of BUBBLES! And I do so love bubbles.
I’ve spent and hour doing most of the dishes we own (back log after being ill as husband doesn’t do em often.) Our kitchen is now sparkly apart from a corner of random stuff to go to skip like broken pushchair.
Now I want to make cake….I wonder if I could make coconut cake…..
Got husband playing portal for the first time ever. He’s doing pretty good so far. Had to help him few times. Looking forward to seeing some of his gamer tags later bwahahaha. Xx
I love old buildings especially the really big old houses that you just know are haunted.
I love them as a photographer. As a future home owner (I hope one day) and a nosey person who often feels a bit out of her time (I belong in 1940s America for sure)
I just look at these places with walls torn down exposing the rooms of what was once someone’s home and can’t help but feel sad. All the memories in that house, the ghosts of a childhood that could have been lived there, a romance that could have grown there.
I still think back whenever I pass by a street I lived at or one of the places I hung out with my friends and In my head I can picture the memories.
My childhood home isn’t old (it’s actually recently been renovated and put up to let) but it’s a great example. When I see that house I’m reminded of the life I want for my children, the kind of home i’d like to live in and memories I want to make.
I still remember one bonfire night we had a proper bonfire and Catherine wheels and what seemed at the time like a never ending supply of beautiful, noisy fireworks. I remember my 7th birthday where the boys chased the girls upstairs n we locked the latch on my bedroom door so they couldn’t come in while we checked out my new Polly Pocket set. I remember playing barbies on the landing and bringing my sister home and planting my single rose at the end of the garden or the secret cubby hole in the lounge.
I could go on forever.
But imagine the lives lived in these old houses. The stories their walls would tell if they could speak.
It seems a magical sort of idea with infinite possibility to it. Who lived there? What did they lol like? What did they do? Did they Fall inlove in that house? Have their first kiss in the kitchen.
I just love everything about old houses and hate Seri.g them knocked down. There are two bif old seafront hotels right by where I used to live and you just know they are full of stories and secrets.
Sadly one burned down a few years back but the other if left empty and covered in overgrown plants.
As a photographer this is a beautiful sight and I only dream what the inside is like.
Just wanted to share my passion now I must stop before I ramble on all night.