Wednesday, November 25, 2015

In the meantime...

It's been ages since I've updated this blog! For a long time, Twitter and Instagram have just felt easier to commit to in the busyness of day-to-day life. Add in school runs and regular runs to fit in around the usual housework and there's been quite a bit of trimming of the social media fat.

Though there is one thing I've picked up in the meantime, and that's my art! I've been keeping up a Tumblr with the various things I draw and hand-letter and it's been great! I've done commissioned portraits, Christmas cards, and some hand-lettered typography. Plus, all of the art I do just for myself for fun and practise. I've even managed to get an Etsy store up and slowly running!

One of the things I've been really keen to do is sell this series of prints I made specifically to compile a big donation to the Trevor Project, which helps LGBT+ teens and young adults with crisis intervention and suicide prevention.

here's my Trevor Project print! There's another colour scheme as well, both up in my Etsy shop!

A Christmas card of St. Lucia for a little Scandinavian feel!

Henry VIII meets Notorious B.I.G.

A fun character piece that spawned a whole new style!

So, if anyone feels like they want some awesome hand-lettering, or some awesome Christmas cards, pop on by Sketch and Doodle over on Etsy! I'll be getting more and more stuff up there as the interest grows. Plus, my art is always up on Instagram and Tumblr, too. And if you guys like the idea of supporting The Trevor Project in their efforts at suicide prevention, please do snag one of my "God is Love" prints from the store.

Hope to see you soon!

Monday, October 20, 2014

Back to Birthday Season

The leaves are changing and the temperatures are dropping, which - in this house - means it's time to start getting ready for all the holidays and birthday celebrations you can possibly imagine. 4/6 grandparents, 2 uncles, 1 daddy, 2 little boys, and 3 anniversaries! Not to mention Halloween, Guy Fawkes Night, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. Welcome to my busiest 3 1/2 months of the year.

So how did we kick things off? The annual pumpkin picking expedition, of course!

Let it not go unsaid: trying to pick pumpkins with 4 rambunctious boys under 4 is stressful, even under the best of conditions.

Now, I'm on to E's birthday party, and this year he's requested a How To Train Your Dragon theme. I have foam Viking helmets, a "happy birthday" banner that looks like old Viking manuscripts, HTTYD colouring sheets, and - of course - costumes for the birthday boy and his brother. E will be Hiccup and T will be Toothless...rather appropriately, since - like his brother - he's nearly a year old and still has no teeth coming in. Hey: if it means that teething is as easy and quick with him as it was with his brother, I'm not complaining!

via, Tried and True Blog
I've been all over Pinterest using ideas like the above to cobble together my own version of costumes for the boys. 8 metres of faux fur ribbon, 1 metre of felt fabric, 2 wire coat hangers, and a borrowed sewing machine later, I have achieved success. I consider that no mean feat when I remember that I haven't sewn anything in about 10 years. Seriously. My last sewing project was my senior prom dress with a youth leader from our church at the time.

Of course, I have now been admonished no less than 5 times by E that I musn't forget his birthday cake. Thank you, Thor, it's nowhere near as complicated as the cake I made him last year! This time, he's just asked for it to be blue and green. I can handle that.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Absentee Blogging

In the craziness of two little boys, and freelance history-ing, and weekly 5ks, and the occasional pause for a deep breath, a chapter of a book, and a mocha coconut frappucino, this poor little blog has become neglected. Blog Protection Services should be making weekly visits to my laptop to ensure it doesn't suffer from benign neglect. Of course, they'd probably be the same sort of organization that took away your terrarium and potted succulents if you were talented enough to kill the things in them. Put you on crafting probation if your dip-dyed curtains were a hot mess. Freeze your accounts after another Etsy rampage.

But none of that for me! I've been Tweeting (the refuge of the blogger too busy to blog, but too convinced of their own wit not to share their quips with the internet) in between all the work and cleaning and running and baby-keeping-alive. I'll share those and frightening photographic evidence of just how much my sons have grown since last I kept a regular schedule of blog posts. Seriously, though: how has it been so long!?

Top row: Tristan
Second row: Ethan
Third row: Ethan, boys sharing pound cake, boys at National Trust site, Tristan
Fourth row: Brand new brothers, slightly less new brothers, sunglasses, and finger chewing

Work has been brilliant. Who knew you could do the whole historian gig as a freelancer? Well, as a stroke of luck would have it: you can! So I've spent a few weeks going to east London to teach workshops on archives, genealogical research, and WWI. I fully admit to feeling all grown up (thus negating any true semblance of adulthood) when all the little tweens called me "Miss" the other day as they excitedly shouted over each other in a desperate bid to show me the results of their research. You have not enjoyed teaching until you honestly hear a 12-year-old give a disappointed sigh at the end of class only to announce, "Now I'll have to look up Hitler at home..."

Also, I've read some lovely books lately, which I must gush over in more detail. Consider the Fork is the all-around winner, though The Little Coffee Shop of Kabul was fun, if chic-lit-like, and The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden was hilariously sympathetic.

Some day, I will manage to do all of these things with greater balance. I will schedule longer runs, I'll bake with Ethan, and get Tristan to sit through more than one book at bedtime. Perhaps more freelance projects will come along, and maybe - just maybe - I'll even get to have a date night with the Husband! Hey: a girl can dream...

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

At 4 Years, You Give Blisters

So, as evidenced by my hinting at the subject for ages, as well as the title of this post, our fourth anniversary trip was a walking holiday in Cornwall. We divested ourselves of the boys by leaving them in the loving care of their grandparents in Berkshire for four days while we traveled as far west as we could go and still be in England.

The first day, we arrived in Penzance and strolled west to Marazion in order to go and see St. Michael's Mount. Alas, we were too late in the day to walk the causeway (the tide had come in) but we had a nice boat ride there and back and got to enjoy walking up to the top of the island and touring the castle (a National Trust property).

In the end, we covered about 11 miles going around the island, through Penzance, and along the South West Coast Path - our chosen highway for most of the walking holiday. My initial plan had been to walk 7 miles the first day out to St. Michael's Mount and back, followed by 17 miles to Land's End, then 22.8 miles to St. Ives, then back down 12 miles across the peninsula along St. Michael's Way - the old pilgrim trail - to end up back in Penzance.

Surely, we thought, this would be a piece of cake. Sure, we'd be tired, but we'd manage it easily. That, I can confidently say, was my hubris talking.

This is just a sample of the sort of terrain we covered during our nearly-17-mile hike over to Land's End.

Over rocks and under rocks; up hills and down cliff faces; along beaches and through hedges, we hiked, slogged, and limped our way to our destination. You see, neither of us bothered to check the elevation along our chosen route, and so didn't factor in just how tiring it would be to add in all of the ascents and descents.

But, in the end, we made it to Land's End and gratefully soaked in hot baths, lounged on the bed watching crap telly, and called the in-laws to see how our boys were treating them.

The next day, we had breakfast in the gorgeous restaurant: about 200° views of the Atlantic ocean through all the conservatory-style glass walls. We were stiff and sore and blistered, but decided to attempt to press on...if in truncated fashion. So we set off past Sennen Cove and along the Coast Path. Eventually, we turned inland and made our way towards St. Just. The village itself was adorable; the walk, however was vicious. Scorching sun, biting gadflies, overgrown footpaths, and boggy fields. In the end, we decided the better option would have been to stay on the Coast Path for longer, even if it added to the distance we traveled.

But, we made it there in one piece and sat to have lunch and enjoy the scenery before taking the open-top tourist bus to our backpackers' hostel in Zennor.

St. Just Church...much nicer inside than we'd initially thought!
The hostel - The Old Chapel Cafe & Guesthouse - was brilliant. The rooms were spacious, clean, well-appointed, and took full advantage of the gorgeous windows you get in an old church building. The cafe downstairs was cute and there was an adorable gift shop full of snazzy little handmade & small production gifts...many from local artists & companies. Plus, and this is an entirely irrelevant detail - the whole place smelled like my old summer camp, Arlington Echo. Seriously: the smell of the cafe was the smell of the old dining hall from all my years of band camp. Nostalgia is a lovely thing.

St. Senara Church in Zennor...very big on the mermaid theme.

The next morning it was on to St. Ives and the journey back. By this point we'd done 11 miles on Thursday, 16.5 on Friday, and 6.5 on Saturday. 34 miles in three days was still wearing on us, so rather than try to hike the 5 miles to St. Ives over what we'd been told was very difficult terrain, we opted to take the tourist bus instead and have a relaxing last day in Cornwall wandering St. Ives and doing a bit of shopping.

St. Ives was gorgeous and loads of fun. There were cute shops, fun restaurants, awesome art galleries, all sorts of opportunities to bring back nice little gifts for everyone (including ourselves!), and a great prominade facing the bay where we sat and ate lunch from a scrummy little pasty shop.

We arrived back in Penzance just in time to catch a bit of the Golowan festival. We were tired and not quite in the mood for working through a claustrophobic press of people, but there was still a fun vibe, lots of tasty-smelling food & drink, and some relaxing outdoor music as we made our way back to the car.

We'll definitely be going back to Cornwall at some point in the near future: it was just too much fun not to! Even if we did break ourselves trying to hike the Coast Path. Ah well: happy anniversary to us!

Friday, June 20, 2014

Whiling Away The Time

We've not been up to too much of interest lately. Lots of reading, bike riding, and duplo-building. A Fathers' Day outing back to The Vyne, planning a walking holiday in Cornwall (!!!), and coming to the sad realisation that we have long to wait before the next season of GoT. But don't just take my word for it! ...Or, do take my word for it...along with some pictures, because that's what I've got to share with you!

A picturesque Fathers' Day
My other engineering genius.

Basically every other afternoon for the past fortnight
has been these two wheeling around our carpark.

5 months old and already a champion on the swings

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Kirstie Allsopp and the Daughter I Don't Have

So, something has finally piqued my interest enough to make me write about it. And that something is TV presenter Kirstie Allsopp's comment about how young women should postpone university education in order to find a flat, bag a boy, and proceed with procreating.

The Guardian seems to cover it pretty well from both sides: a summary of Allsopp's original comments and another article detailing the backlash from teachers who found her comments to young women patronizing. Essentially, the offending thought boils down to this quote from Allsopp:

“I don’t have a girl, but if I did I’d be saying 'Darling, do you know what? Don’t go to university. Start work straight after school, stay at home, save up your deposit – I’ll help you, let’s get you into a flat. And then we can find you a nice boyfriend and you can have a baby by the time you’re 27.”

Personally, my own thought is that some of the best commentary on the matter has come in the form of Caitlin Moran's Tweets on the subject:

And that's where I chime in: I personally find it patronizing to suggest that what you need to be doing with your life as a woman is getting on the baby-making train as quickly as you can. Leaving aside the fact that, in spite of Allsopp's scaremongering about declining fertility after 35, there are plenty of ways to make a family, some people don't want children! And - shock and horror - some of those childless by choice are women! Some people make better parents once they've had a few years to grow up, get a few things out of their systems, and learn a measure of calm and patience.

Personally, I know I got married and had my kids relatively young. I'm only just 27 for crying out loud and I'm coming up on my 4-year anniversary with 2 lovely little boys currently napping in their room as I type. But, unlike the example of Allsopp's fictional daughter, I also got my Master's degree before I was off and away, married and pregnant and living in the English countryside. I worked - albeit briefly - in the industry I want to break back into once my boys are in school. While I'm technically closer to the model that Allsopp advocates than the alternative that every other feminist will promote to a girl, I can still see why her comments feel patronizing.

Going from your father's house to your husband's to install yourself as the proverbial pregnant and barefoot in the kitchen wife and mother has been an option - often, the only option outside of life in a convent - open to women throughout history. It's the vanilla ice cream of women's life paths: we know it's there, no one's forgetting about that option. But what about those of us who want to marry the woman of our dreams? What about those of us who would adopt or otherwise have kids on our own regardless of whether we find a romantic partner to share our lives with? What about those of us who would prefer to chase a career and be the best at what we enjoy; let everything else fall where it may? What about those of us who have no idea yet what the hell we want to do with our lives if we ever reach the point of feeling grown up?

Yes, I understand that if a woman wants to gestate and birth her own offspring from her own uterus, the time is a'ticking. But we all still owe ourselves the time to really consider the decisions we want to make with our lives. After all, this is the one life we have: there are no do-overs. I take Allsopp's point about the 15-year window in which, as women encourage to try and "have it all", we must somehow manage to do it all. Find a partner, get an education, wrangle a place to live, claw our way into gainful employment, and - oh yeah - somehow take the time away from at least two of those endeavours (ideally after accomplishing the other two first) in order to adopt, gestate, or foster some human children.

But, to quote again from my Feminist Godmother, Caitlin Moran: "So here is the quick way of working out if you're a feminist. Put your hand in your pants. a) Do you have a vagina? and b) Do you want to be in charge of it? If you said 'yes' to both, then congratulations! You're a feminist." (From her awesomely funny How To Be A Woman)

Guess what? That means you can be a career woman with no children...and be a feminist. You can be a lawyer who picks up her three children from piano lessons...and be a feminist. You can have all the sex you want - even if that means no sex at all...and be a feminist. You can even be a college-educated, stay-at-home mother who still isn't sure exactly what job she wants when she starts full-time employment...and be a feminist.

Not only, as my sister-in-law pointed out on her blog, is feminism not a dirty word, it ought to be inclusive. Like Moran said, this discussion shouldn't be about the One True Way To Feminist. If I were you, (and I'm not, but as I'm blogging, I obviously feel like you deserve my two cents) I would be sceptical of anyone peddling a One True Way to do anything. Except maybe the One True Way to make apple pie. I'm a fairly staunch believer in that. So, as feminists, the only "right way" I can think of to do this movement is to allow women the right to choose.

So to the daughter I don't have, I will say this: take the time to get to know yourself. Think about what you want and make your actions match your priorities where they can. Think about the things you'll need in order to make the life you want. If you want to go to college, you'll need money: figure out how to get it. If you want a rewarding career, you need experience: ask people you respect how they did it. If you want babies, you need all sorts of things, but especially stability and love: take the time to find where you need to be in order to give of yourself in that way. And if you want all of these things? Know that you can't force anyone to make that journey with you. Know that you'll need support; from whatever combinations of friends, family, or a spouse. And know that while you can do anything you want, you can't necessarily do everything you want, and that's true of everyone. Choose the things that are most important to you and stretch yourself to achieve them. Decide what compromises you can make and which ones you can't. But most importantly, don't let anyone tell you that there is one right way to live your life in order to achieve your goals. Different roads can lead to the same place and your only job is to find the road that YOU can best travel.

So, Kirstie Allsopp and everyone else who projects the onus for realising the lives they didn't lead onto their own children: get over yourselves. You won't fix the heartbreak of your own missed opportunities by insisting on treating the next generation as your chance to have your cake and eat it. They have their own lives to live and their own mistakes to make; their own opportunities to miss and their own paths to forge. Leave them to it. And while we're at it, let's all remember that in this world where we're presented with so much, we can do anything we want, just not everything we want.

Monday, April 28, 2014

Oh, yeah...that blog thing...

First my sister came. Then, my parents came with two of my step-sisters to take us on holiday to Dorset. Then, the Husband went away for a week on business to the States. Then Easter showed up with its attendant family visits. And finally, to top it all off, the boys and I got ill and have been hunkered down in the house for nearly a week now.

Great-Grandchildren...all in pairs.

So I'm still the horrible person who has yet to charge the batteries in my camera so I can download the pictures from my sister's stay and the family trip to Dorset, but I have a few Twitter updates and pictures from my father-in-law to make up for it all. Call me low-maintenance, but I can still rustle up a quick update every once in a while.

Ah well. In the midst of generally struggling at life (and looking up preschools, and booking GP appointments, and clearing eye-bogeys all day) I get a break at last! Tomorrow I get to go to London for a set of history lectures at my old university. History, London, the Tube, and scrummy frozen yoghurt...sounds like a good evening to me!