Weekly Photo Challenge: experimental.


I thought that I would take the theme of this week’s Weekly Challenge literally. This is a photo from my university days.



I’m not into all that “I want to get married” sort of stuff. I’ve never had my wedding dress picked out. I’ve never decided what my first dance song would be. I don’t have a dream wedding venue. However, I have seen many a wedding cake that I wouldn’t mind purchasing – but you don’t need a wedding to eat wedding cake. Cake is cake.

Someone I know has been married several times. Yes, I know, it says a lot a character when they have visited a divorce court more than once. It says a lot more about someone when they are a regular to the local registry office. Anyway, it struck me that they have been married a few times (and also divorced a few times) and I’ve never even been offered the promise of a wedding ring.

I asked my friend why this might be and they replied, ever so matter-of-factly, with “you’re not a charmer”. As I sit here, a few hours on, I’m still rather confused by this reply.

Is it a compliment that I don’t lure men in under false pretenses?

Or is it an insult that I’m not a very nice person?

Then the conversation went on: divorce statistics. My friend reckons it’s 1 in 4 marriages end in a divorce court, but for the sake of this blog post, I’m using the Telegraph’s news report that 42% (say 4 in 10) marriages have a divorce. But, it’s not a true statistic, is it?

If we were to define a marriage breakdown by how many people get a divorce, then 4 couples out of 10 have a failed marriage. However, what about those married couples who are no longer living together as husband and wife (or husband/husband, wife/wife) but have not yet gotten a divorce? Or are staying in a really unhappy marriage because they “have to”? In my own life, I know at least four couples living like this because they cannot afford a divorce, or they “can’t be bothered” (true quote, that) to divorce, or they cannot leave. So that bumps my Telegraph statistic up to 8 out of 10 marriages are pretty rubbish – if we’re assuming that a successful marriage is supposed to be a happy one?

So, really, the statistics reinforce my own pre-existing notion that I don’t want to get married. However, it doesn’t answer the question why I’ve never been offered a ring when I am a good person (in my ever so humble opinion) when someone else has had multiple divorces. Perhaps it is my public expression of divorce rates and my “I don’t want to get married” attitude that puts men off even trying to offer me a pretty ring. Or, maybe it’s because I try to dance like Beyonce…

7 days of black and white photos

The blurb is:

7 days, 7 b&w photos of your life. No people, no explanation. Nominate someone different every day
I challenge [enter name here]

Well, Facebook says I can’t give an explanation, but I reckon I can here on my blog…

Photo 1


It is a photo of a shawl that I am knitting – it’s full of mistakes but this is the first time that I have used lace, so, mistakes included, I’m really pleased with the outcome. This photo was taken when I had 4 rows to knit – it’s now complete. It’s a raspberry ripple coloured lace and I hope that my Nanna will like it. She likes most of the rubbish I give her (scarecrows on sticks, lumps of rock and badly knitted/sewn together Christmas elves!) so I think there’s a good chance she will like this shawl…

Photo 2


Remember I wrote about some fireworks that were cancelled, where I was quoted for something out of context? Well, the display was put back on three nights later and I went. This is a photo I took on the night and then I added the black and white filter. I figured that it contributed as a photo of my life because I was in attendance of the fireworks 🙂 They were really rather beautiful.

Photo 3


This is the “dumping ground” of my life. As soon as I get home, I hang things up – my hand bag, my keys, my scarf, my hat. It is the first place I properly visit when I get home (after dumping shopping in the kitchen or running up to pee) and the last place I visit before I go out. Sometimes I even say “thank you” to these pegs as I take my key!

Photo 4


I took this picture of my life because it demonstrates how easily I get ripped off when eating out. I went to a craft place and decided to get myself some lunch while I was there. A chicken sandwich, a slice of cake and a cup of hot chocolate came to just short of £10. It would have been cheaper for me to go to McDonalds or KFC. The prices weren’t very clear, so when I got to the till I asked “HOW MUCH?” and then muttered something about it being cheaper to have gone to McDonalds for a McChicken McSandwich McMeal…

Photo 5


I took this picture at the same time as I took the previous picture. It’s some yarn I bought – 200g. It’s a turquoise/blue/brown colour – it’s nicer than it sounds and it was cheaper than I thought it would be (an extra bonus!).

Photo 6


This is one of my favourite mugs to drink from. It was a gift from my Guide Unit when I left to move away. I think it has magical powers because it keeps my tea warmer for longer than my normal mugs 😉 Anyway, I didn’t take this picture because of the mug. I took the picture because it was my first mug of chamomile tea. I’ve been having difficulties sleeping at night and chamomile tea was recommended. I bought the cheapest tea that I could find – ASDA brand for 70-something pence. It actually tastes rather nice. Whether it’s helping or not, I don’t know…

Photo 7


I can’t write too much about this photo. It’s a secret. Top secret. Like, so secret, if I tell you, I’d have to hold you hostage until after Christmas…

The Incubator

Does producing a child automatically entitle you the right to be a mother? 

When you hear the word “mother”, what do you think of? Do you think of your own mother? Do you think of a friend’s mother who you wish was your mother? When I think of “mother”, I think of my Nanna and my step-mum.

There’s a mother I know. She keeps her children safe. They have clean clothes, a warm home, three square meals a day (the mother has about ten meals a day plus snacks) and a very strict expectations of chores. While the mother watches television, crochets and snacks, the children cook dinner (they’re old enough), load the dishwasher, do the laundry and hoover. The mother defends what you and I would consider to be laziness as teaching the children how to fend for themselves when they are older. As a housewife and stay-at-home mum (the kids are all at school), I struggle to see what she actually does.

This mother has had two of her children have birthdays recently. Neither have received a birthday present. 

It could almost be excusable if the family struggled financially; the children would probably understand. But, the mother is able to spend money on her own interests and wants…

This is why I have changed this mother’s name to The Incubator.

Lights, shopping, action…


Last week, I went on a trip to Blackpool to see the Illuminations. They were fabulous – I hope to go again next year and maybe stay over for the night in a cheap B&B.


I have also been to 2 1/2 firework displays: one was cancelled, one was on the beach below where I live and the third one was the cancelled display. I love fireworks, so maybe I’m a bit bias, but they were exceptionally good! I always find that they start a bit disappointing but finish on a big bang with the finale – it’s always worth getting through!


I finally finished a shawl that I started in July! I didn’t follow the pattern to the letter, but given that I had so many mistakes in it – who cares? Are they even really mistakes? What if I deliberately put them there?



I also knitted a pair of “boot cuffs”. I don’t know why. I’m not sure that I’ll ever use them – they’re not my “thing”. I think I just wanted a change from scarves and shawls. I amended the pattern to suit me – also, I was worrying that if I followed the pattern to the letter that I might end up running out of that coloured yarn!!

Pattern (the amendments I made and followed):
Cast on 55 sts (3.75mm needles)
Rib for 10 rows
Knit – increase by 1 stitch every 9 stitches (6 extra stitches)
Switch to 6mm needles – stocking stitch for 25 rows
Switch to 3.75mm needles and garter stitch for 8 rows
Cast off and stitch up…

Boot cuffs

I also visited a shop which sells a lot of yarn. I mean, a lot of yarn. Like, loads of yarn. I think I need to sell my house and buy a house closer to it…


I had a call from Claire (the Clairvoyant (such a bad pun it deserves a LOL)). I was preparing to go out and I was somewhat suspicious because I had just written her name on a piece of paper so that I could buy some yarn for her. I seriously thought that she had a secret camera placed in my house and was phoning me to freak me out. She’s a turquoise lady (more aqua than green) so it’s been a bit tricky searching for the exact yarn for her. I think that I have found it now…


Well, I am being organised, aren’t I?! So far, I have bought one Christmas present, I have made another one, I’m refurbishing a third one, and I’m possibly making a fourth one… It’s a long time since I’ve been this organised – except in the summer when I bought / made and wrote birthday cards for the rest of 2017. I have also bought a 1 foot tall pink tinsel tacky Christmas tree to sit on my window sill once the 1st December arrives…

My 5 senses

I was looking for some blog post ideas, and this one sounded interesting. My five senses. What are my five senses “doing”? I know that I can always ‘sense’ things, but do I really take any notice of what I’m looking at, hearing, tasting, smelling or feeling? What about when I’m doing these things together? I thought that maybe I could go down onto the beach and take a few notes but then I thought about the every day – what stuff do I miss because I’m not paying much attention?

Sight/vision I can see my computer, desk, rubbish, printer, bits of paper people. I can see out of the window and the cottages opposite me. I can see cars below me. I can see my cupboard and the mess inside. I can see my bathroom and through the edge of the window in my back bedroom (and some chimney tops!).

Hearing/audition I can hear myself typing. I can hear my washing machine doing its job – I have my dish clothes and towels, flannels and other boiling washing in there. I think it’s getting ready for the grand finale spin… I can hear a power tool of some description being used along the road. I can also hear a woman laughing, so there must be a lady outside somewhere.

Taste/gustation I can’t taste anything. It’s been a few hours since I last ate and I’ve only been slurping water this morning…

Smell/olfaction I can smell a bleach smell from my bathroom and a Charlie smell from me.

Touch/somatosensation I can feel a chill – it’s a bit chilly today. And I can feel that there is something inside the sock of my tights that’s annoying me, so I will have to take them off and sort that out! I can feel my belly hurting because I need some lunch.