23 June 2009
a simple life
Polite requests simply do not work anymore. Gentle coercion doesn't seem to work either. I've even started offering bribes in the form of chocolate Freddo Frogs and homemade iceblocks, but alas even they don't always cut it. The photos for the Carnaby shirt weren't the finest but what could I do with a kid who insisted on bouncing non-stop on the sofa, and failing that running at breakneck speed around the house yelling 'no photos please!' (she has a polite resistance). Could CYFs take me in for harrassing my own child with a camera? Some days I just want to have a really big lie down. Not go near the sewing machine, and try my best to be the domestic goddess I know is hiding somewhere within. To lead a lovely, simple life.
I was baking the other day (super muffins) and homemade pizza (including the dough, right on!), and as I baked away, pinny-clad, I also had playing a CD compilation called Blue Skies. All the oldies were coming out of the Bose (Audrey loves Charles Trenet's 'Boum!') but in a crackly grammophone way and I couldn't help but temporarily be whisked back to the 50's. It felt kinda nice. Really nice actually. But somehow each day winds up being what it is; a bit mad, a bit rushed, never enough hours, cuddling, reprimanding, a spot of sewing, bathing tiny bodies, not getting through my to-do list, eating the same things and wiping numerous possets off my once-clean tops. I think I need to introduce a little meditation into my day.