Rosie and I have been living in our lovelylovely flat for four months today 🙂
In honour of the occasion, here are some photos of my BEAUTIFUL room which is FINALLY tidy since my OCD is flaring up. (Joke…I’m too lazy for OCD)
I like photos in my room…many many photos 🙂 Fortunately the previous people who lived here also liked to have stuff on the walls, so there are pre-existing nail holes which I’ve used. I’m on the look out for something to go over my bed, since that whole wall is pretty plain. I just got the white frame (the 8 photo one) this weekend, and I spent an hour or so yesterday finding the right photos for it. I think it looks pretty.
Speaking of pretty – look at these photos which I just found, I took them on my camera when we were on holiday:
I JUST LOVE THEM! I love the bold colours and the light on them. Mum got a bit annoyed with me at times, I think, because I figured out the “macro” mode and kept stopping to take photos of weird things and then zoooooooming in on them really closely. Like ladybugs – I have a whole bunch of ladybug photos saved on the computer at home. I’ll try and get Mum to send them to me, because they really are quite cool.
It’s the last Bank Holiday Weekend of the year…except for me it’s now just like any regular weekend, since I no longer work Mondays (whoop!!!!). Actually, saying that, it isn’t like any regular weekend…I am “on-call” for work this week, which usually runs from end of office hours on Monday (i.e 5pm Monday) to the beginning of office hours the following Monday (9am). However, due to the Bank Holiday, the office will be shut so any emergencies etc will be reported to me. So in essence, being on-call the week of a Bank Holiday means I am in effect, working whilst the majority of others are not…I feel this is an error.
Oh well. Here’s hoping that the kiddos will behave and no-one will decide to kick off or run off or have an arm fall off (I needed another scenario with “off” in it…that has actually never happened and I’d be very upset if it did!)
Rambling about work isn’t the purpose of this post. Oh no…not today 🙂 Today’s post is about two things…DIY and baking. The latter of which I happen to LOVE, the former…not so much.
HOWEVER…you may remember I gleefully posted about my newly purchased wardrobe a little while ago. Well, it was delivered on Friday (by two surly delivery-men who had neglected to read my delivery instructions which clearly stated “delivery required above ground floor” and were stroppy with Rosie who kindly waited in for me) and so the lovely Tasha and I spent three (yes, only three!!) hours assembling it yesterday.
Of course I had to photograph the occasion…
I haad to include the last one…Tasha asked so nicely for a hammer, and then was directed to my (very flowery) toolbox, to find a VERY pink and VERY flowery hammer. I think she nearly wet herself laughing. And was not impressed. I, on the other hand, love my tools. The pattern makes no difference to its’ effectiveness, and it adds a touch of hilarity when others (e.g. Tasha, or firemen) need to use my tools. Hehe.
So that was what I did on Saturday afternoon. In the evening Rosie and I went mulberry foraging (yes, really) up at the University and had a wonderful time getting all berry-stained; the berries are very juicy when ripe and at many points it did look like I’d had an unfortunate accident…juice dripping down my hand looked scarily like blood. We figure that’s where the phrase “caught red-handed” came from.
In addition, it turns out that mulberry bushes (as in the nursery rhyme: ‘here we go round the mulberry bush’) are actually more like trees. Sadly I forgot my camera, so no pictures of our little escapade…which is a shame, since for the majority of the foraging I was in fact halfway up the tree. In my defense that’s where the most ripe ones are, and you’re looking at a girl who spent a vast majority of her childhood on Dartmoor with her nana, being encouraged (read: forced) to climb trees and massive rock formations. I am fearless.
Moving on. After the mulberries we went to see The First Grader, at the Gulbenkian (the cinema on UKC campus) which was a brilliant film. There may have been some wetness in the eye areas at several points, but it was also funny too. Heartbreaking and heartwarming, and also very enlightening. I’d recommend it, though there are some quite violent parts so it’s definitely not suitable for younger ones, or those who can’t stomach violence (like me).
Which brings us to today!! My first time back at City since finishing Impact (4 weeks ago) and I had agreed to serve on creche since a friend couldn’t. I got to spend a lovely hour or so playing with gorgeous children and chatting with mums from church, so it was great. It was so good to be back at church for worship, and I’m not gonna lie, it was so wonderful to just rock up at 10.15 and leave at 12.30!
This afternoon I went to The Range (new superstore in Canterbury) to get some new storage boxes for in my wardrobe (also managed to pick up a bar of chocolate and a lightshade) then I came home and watched a movie (read: napped) and theeeeeen I made this beautiful creation:
MULBERRY PIE!!!! (and cinnamon crunch things made using the leftover pastry since I hate waste)
** Now, the observant among you may have noticed that my blog has become much more photo-friendly in the recent month or so. This would be because I have recently acquired a new camera, and after going most of my University years without one, I am catching up now by photographing pretty much everything. I hope that’s not a problem. If it is, tough…it’s my blog so nerrrrr.
Gosh, I’m so mature it scares me.
My point being: I took photos of my baking too, so here are some for your perusal…
Mulberries…which, for future reference, attract every.single.fly in the greater Canterbury area. Thankfully I have a swatter for such occasions, but be careful because you don’t want mulberry and fly pie. Ick.
Check out how neat my lattice strips are! I didn’t use a ruler or anything…though it definitely crossed my mind.
Ready to go in the oven…and you’ve seen the finished product already, so to finish this post (which has been startlingly long, sorry!) I’ll leave you with a photo of the cheeky little trinkets that Rosie brought back from her holiday at the end of July…
It’s been over a month since I last blogged, and in that time many-many-many things have happened…
1) I moved house!! Rosie and I moved into our lovely “apartment” on 30th April and were so blessed by the amazing friends who a) gave us things for our home and/or b) helped us with the actual moving. We are still amazed that our whole home is furnished, and yet the only things we bought ourselves are a fridge (second hand, but practically new) and odd bits and pieces for the kitchen, such as cutlery and a toaster. All the other bits; beds, sofa, armchairs, dining table, wardrobes, were given to us for free!!! Either from freecycle/freegle or by kind people in our church. It’s astounding, but so lovely and such as a great witness to all our friends who aren’t Christians, who can see the love of Christ reflected in how we have been blessed by our church community.
2) Memory Verse Monday was discontinued for a while, in favour of a more specific three week study of verses about joy. God really spoke to me through Psalm 30:5, “weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes in the morning” … I’ve always liked this verse, since the first time I read it, and it’s always been a source of reassurance because I know that it’s true. However, over recent weeks I’ve struggled to find joy in things – I have really wanted to, and have strived not to allow things to get to me and steal my joy but it has been a real struggle – hence making the decision to focus simply on JOYFUL verses. I wrote lots out and blu-tacked them above my bed so that I could see and read them every morning and evening.
Despite that, though, I still felt bleugh some days. And I found it hard to believe Psalm 30:5, because when I went to bed miserable or grumpy or stressing, I found I was waking up in the same mood and it was bearing down on me like a black cloud. And then God spoke to me, and it was incredible – He showed me two important words at the centre of that verse: JOY COMES. It was a little like a light came on, and I saw what I never had before. Joy comes, whether it’s the morning after the misery before, or maybe two weeks down the line – God revealed that really, when you turn to Him and wait on Him, joy will come. I like that, a lot!
3) I had my weekend off of the term, over the Bank Holiday weekend – almost four whole days at home! It was lovely, really restful and I got to see Jessica and Dad, Michelle and Callum twice over the four days – the girls and I had Jessica round to our house on Sunday afternoon; she was such a treasure! She’s such a happy, smiley little girl…and she was so settled at our house, I was worried she’d freak a little but really she was a star! And I love that she recognises us when she sees us, she knows we are her sisters and it’s great to think of what she’ll be like when she’s older 🙂
4) Only two months left til the end of Impact. I don’t know how I feel about that, really. I’m sad that it’s going to be over, and there are a few things I kind of regret not doing, but I think I am ready for it to end. That sounds awful, it’s not like I’m counting down the days or anything, but I think I’ve always known that this was just 11 months and that afterwards there would be more things to do – and I’m excited to start working full-time and be a ‘proper’ grown-up. I’m quite aware of saying “when I’m working”, in the same way that people say “when I’m married”/”when I have kids” etc. I used to say “when I’m at Uni” and then “when I’m on Impact”, as it that would suddenly ‘fix’ all my issues and I’d suddenly become this amazingly well-rounded and sorted person, but life really isn’t like that! I don’t want to give myself any illusions that working full-time will be the perfect thing, but I think that I am just anticipating this next ‘stage of life’ and looking forward to it knowing that I am armed with the greatest weapons and guarded with the strongest armour anyone can have: the Lord.
“Weeping may tarry for a night, but joy comes in the morning” Psalm 30: 5