Author: Veronica

  • Get off my bloody lawn. (Still alive)

    I don’t even know what I’m doing lately. Not on the Internet in any case. I read through the latest dramas, the fitspirations, the omgamazeballs sponsored crap and you know what? I’m just bored. It’s all the same. It’s all been done before and my eyes are jaded.

    I’m tired, you guys. The Internet was my happy place for so long and now I feel like I’m too busy to sink in deep and let it envelope me properly. I dart between soap making forums, facebook, twitter, the blog and click away, run away.

    Eve clings to my legs and I can’t type when she’s awake and I’m too busy when she’s asleep. I want to tell stories, but taking the children out of the blog – they’re getting too old, the bigger two at least – means I’m left only telling my stories and I feel like I’ve said everything in triplicate already.

    Jaded. Tired. Mostly annoyed at the shiny new things playing on my goddamned Internet lawn.

    (It’s all been done before)

    (Even this)

    I’m not leaving, no. Maybe changing direction. Working out where I want to go with this space.

    I’m really enjoying the making things from scratch, but oh, it’s so much more work than pre-packaged things. I feel like I spend all day washing dishes, preparing food, washing dishes, making soap, washing dishes, feeding children, washing dishes. It’s perpetual chaos and don’t get me wrong, it’s the very best kind, but my spoons are limited and sometimes you can’t have them.

    This isn’t much more than a whinge, a whine, a giant complain out into the ether.

    But it’s also a heads up, that this space is metamorphosing (again), into something new.

    I need to get my head back together, write more, play more, experiment more.

    And maybe this means I’ll write about making soap from a newbie’s perspective for a bit.

    I definitely want to do a year of making things from scratch, but I need to plot and plan this out. I also need to juggle the time I spend here, with time I could be spending writing articles to pitch elsewhere (Hey, did I tell you: Essential Kids published an article of mine?) which will actually pay my bills.

    In summary, I’m tired, and this space is changing.

    But tis all good.

     

  • The year of making things from scratch

    I’ve declared this year to be the year of making as many things as possible from scratch.

    From soap, to bacon, to yogurt, and hopefully during winter – cheese. Every fortnight we spend a lot of money on things I could otherwise make cheaply and I’m left wondering why. Why do I do this to myself?

    Of course, there are a myriad of reasons. I’m time poor. It’s easy. Making things is hard when your children are small. I’m busy. Etc etc. But really, they’re all excuses.

    Since Beth mentioned home made yogurt, I’ve made yogurt, three times. The first time curdled terribly, until I did some troubleshooting and worked out my thermos temps need to be lower – around 65C works best.

    Soap is rapidly filling up all my shelves (yay, soap!) and down the track I’d eventually like to try selling some.

    Cheese is a no-brainer, really. Cheese: need I say more?

    So this is my new thing. I’ll be aiming to write about something new every week, talking about what worked for me and what didn’t.

    If you want to read more about my reasoning, there’s an article up at Money Circle about it.

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  • Things I’ve been doing, because god knows I haven’t been writing.

    It feels like it’s been a busy few weeks. Evelyn is amazing at hearing the clickety clackety of my fingers on the keyboard and deciding she needs to be sitting on my lap immediately. She also loves to climb onto my desk and type herself, usually deleting any project I’ve got open at the time.

    Needless to say, I haven’t been on the computer much.

    And considering it’s just taken me 25 minutes to write 65 words, I’m not sure this is set to change any time soon.

    Gardening:

    I say gardening like I’ve been “doing it” but what I’ve really been doing is watering the gardens, picking the produce and thinking about the things I need to do for Autumn, rather than actually doing anything. The tomatoes and pumpkins are doing well, although it turns out I planted three tomatoes of the late fruiting variety and hahahahaha I’m an idiot. They’re only just finishing their flower now, which gives them a month, maybe, to turn into green tomatoes I can pick and hang.

    It’s unlikely to happen.

    Luckily the cherry tomatoes are doing well and the little gannnets I call my children are thrilled to be able to search and destroy red tomatoes. Nom nom nom.

    The pumpkins, well, I only planted one variety this year and I’m a bit annoyed at myself. They’ve done well, but not amazingly, and I think I prefer a smaller variety of pumpkin which produces a lot, rather than a larger variety which struggles to squeeze out two pumpkins per vine.

    The vines themselves have done well, growing along the ground to catch any stray chickens who might be looking for an easy meal, but the female flowers have started turning yellow and dropping off before they even get any bigger than a 5c coin.

    Which: Hmmmph.

    Parenting:

    Gah. Parenting. Who’d have thought having three children would make me so time poor?

    Well, actually this is a lie. When I’ve got time to read books, play in the garden, game and do other things for pleasure, I’m really not time poor. I just feel like I am because yesterday, Amy talked non-stop. NON-STOP. Not even an hour at the dentist did much to stop her discussing everything from planets to oceans to the latest mods on minecraft in obsessive detail.

    I had a headache by bedtime, but I was glad Amy was feeling better. She’s got an ear infection and I’m just grateful our doctor was able to squeeze her in so she could start antibiotics.

    Isaac has adjusted to kindergarten amazingly well. I’m surprised and pleased at how well he’s doing. He’s confident in the space and comes home telling me about all the fun things he’s done at school. I’m pretty impressed.

    Both kids had a great time at their athletics carnival. Isaac ran a fourth in the running race, and second, third, fifth in the novelties. So proud.

    Amy did brilliantly too, running in every single race for her class group, which was frankly a miracle for a child as bendy as she is, and brewing an ear infection to boot.

    Evelyn, she’s doing well. Not quite sleeping through the night yet, although now she’s back on pediasure rather than cows milk, she’s down to waking once, rather than five times. Turns out our dairy trial was a miserable failure, with Eve breaking out into eczema, getting constipated and otherwise being a miserable little git. Dairy doesn’t agree with her – although she seems fine with small amounts of yogurt and cheese. Something something enzymes partially digested proteins, something something.

    I am worried about her overall mobility however. Her left leg keeps collapsing under her, sending her hurlting towards the ground more than I care to count. She’s hypermobile, and so low tone. I’d hoped a lot of this would improve when she was running around, but no, and in fact she’s been a bit worse. The physio team wanted to see her at 2, so I think I’ll move that appointment up.

    She sees her Paediatrician this coming week, and while I’m sure he’s going to be glad to see how she’s grown and gained weight (HALLELUJAH FOR EATING), she’s not talking. Her receptive language is fantastic, but her functional speech is practically non-existent. At 19 months, she says Mum, Dad, Nan and HI! Occasionally if she’s in a good mood you can encourage her to copy words back at you, but mostly she silent except for various inflections of eh? eh! EH.

    I’m hoping speech will just appear magically, but we’ll see what her team thinks. For a toddler who understands pretty much everything we say, I feel she ought to be talking more.

    Soapmaking:

    New obsession.

    I asked Nathan last night to come and smell my newest batch of soap (who wants plain soap when you can add things? CHEMISTRY! YAY) and he looked at me plaintively.

    “I didn’t think you’d make this much soap so quickly.”

    But it’s like Christmas! Waiting to open a soap mould, waiting to see what the chemical reaction has done to the ingredients, it’s so exciting. AND, I’ve only made five batches in a week, so I’m not sure what he’s complaining about. Also, who wants to continue making the same boring base when you can add things to see what happens? Honey and oats for example. Or kaolin.

    I’m still very much a newbie at it all, but the science of soap is endlessly fascinating and I love how tweaking just one ingredient changes my whole soap makeup.

    Science! Is fun!

    So I’ve been making soap, and hopefully some of it is going to be amazing once it’s cured.

    Life:

    Is good.

  • Buying a renovators delight. It’s heaven and hell.

    Every day I am grateful we own this house. Mostly it’s because I know we won’t lose our safety deposit when the kids draw on the walls, or I kick something too hard and make a cupboard fall off it’s hinges.

    I’m not so sure Nathan feels the same way – not after he just spent a week stripping the years of caked on paint off the bathroom door so we didn’t have to look at an ice blue mess anymore.

    I’m writing more about what it’s like to buy a house in a total state of disrepair over at Money Circle today.

    And yes I know I’ve been sending you over there a lot, and I’m hoping to write more here soon too. One day. When Eve doesn’t keep stealing my keyboard, or shutting my computer down, or screaming at me because she’s getting her eye teeth.

    Save me.

    (As I was writing this she put a hat over her head so she couldn’t see and walked into the table. Now she’s sitting on me screaming because I won’t let her type.)

    Anyway, click over and read. I think you’ll like it.

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