Poor Neglected Blog – January 2019

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Dear Poor Neglected Blog,

The time I’ve spent with you over the last few months has been limited and I am ashamed to admit that I have abandoned you in favour of other more pressing priorities.

Please understand, it’s not that I’ve grown tired of you, or that we’ve drifted apart.  Far from it actually, as my head has been full to bursting with tales to tell and things to record.  Life, well life has just been too busy and that’s the whole point, isn’t it?  Life is busy, even when it’s not.

I promise to get better, or at least try and get better.

Love always

Lora

x

PS.  It’s getting a little nippy out there now.  That’s snow on top of the Knockmealdown Mountains.

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Do you want to know something funny?

I sat down and wrote a blog post with lots of similarities to the one I have in my brain this time last year.  How daft is that?  My word for 2018 was DISCOVER and looking back over my post I had written…….

‘It’s time to regain some focus in my life, take the bull by the horns and re-discover me, my blog, my home, cooking and therefore food, exercise, sleep, my health, the things I love and what brings me joy.

All well and good, re-discover, makes it sound like I’ve lost everything, so maybe what I really need to do is DISCOVER?’

Much of my goal hinged on trying to quieten the constant chatter in my brain by planning out my day, week, month, LIFE! and in part, I did manage to do what I’d set out to.  It’s definitely a work in progress though.

Looking back over 2018, I can see that if anything my life seemed to get a whole lot busier than it was in 2017, something I hadn’t anticipated.

You don’t have to be ‘physically’ active to be unavailable and yet, if you’re anything like me, you feel a little lazy if you’re not doing something?  For as long as I can remember, I’ve spent every waking moment being busy.  I’m the queen of multitasking and find it difficult to sit still without something to keep my hands occupied.  Which is probably why I am completely addicted to knitting? (smacks forehead and groans)

However, something wonderful has happened and it’s completely turned my world upside down.

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Little Arthur Wolfe was born on the 2nd of January (squeal!).  He’s my daughter’s first child and my first grandchild and ever since he was born, all I want to do is sit and smile.  Whilst I was in the UK (my daughter and her beau live there), with my family, I assumed my lack of desire to pick up my needles, was a natural choice between baby cuddles and yarn.  I mean you would, wouldn’t you?

No one in their right mind is going to forgo a cuddle with their grandchild in favour of their latest wip.

However, the status quo hasn’t changed that much since I came home?

Now all I want to do is sit and look at photos of him and or photos of my daughter with him.

I remember being blown away by the overwhelming love I felt for my daughter when she was born.  So much so that I was scared it wouldn’t be the same when I had the boys.  I needn’t have worried though, the love for them was and still is all-consuming, regardless of their age or size.

Hands up though, I really didn’t think it would be the same with grandchildren, but it is and I’m completely under his spell.  What’s more, I am totally intoxicated by the feelings I get watching my daughter with her baby, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

I’m not sure it’s something I can even put into words.

I can’t lie, the birth, well, for now, let’s just say that seeing another woman you love having to go through labour, especially when things begin to turn, is tough.  Worse still is the knowledge that even when the baby is born, there’s more to come and there is absolutely sod all you can do to help, except try to remain calm.

Perhaps I’ll share my experience one day, but for now, it along with a whole heap of different feelings and life changes need to be processed.

Rather perfectly and without even trying, I’ve managed to come to my Word for 2019.

Except, that that is a whole separate post and Arthur Wolfe  should take centre stage here.

I’m off to grab a cuppa to sup whilst perusing baby knitting on Ravelry.  Maybe I’ll feel inspired?

Happy Making!

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