Box of memories part 1

Last week I had to go round to my sister's house because she had sorted out the contents of her attic and in amongst all her stuff were 2 boxes of my stuff.
I was really pleased to discover one of them contained some items I thought I had lost. I'll be blogging about the contents over a couple of posts.
This first part contains photos of me.

Here I am at 6 months in a fabulous knitted outfit.

With my mum in the back garden of our home at the time. We all lived with my dad's dad for the first couple of years of my life. In fact I was born in that house.

Me with my dad on a very stony beach. Just look at his hair!

What a huge poser! This was taken on my first trip to Hever Castle with my nan, grandad and my aunt. Just one more step backwards and I would have been in the moat.

I think this was my 8th birthday. Not entirely sure, but what I do remember is that this was the day I won the egg and spoon race at the school sport's day. I wasn't at school very often on my birthday as it normally fell in the 6 week summer holiday but this particular year I was with my friends, won a race, wore one of my fave t-shirts and had a party. Totally wonderful.

This photo of me and my 2 sisters (and my mum, but the flash made her head disappear!) was taken at my aunt's wedding. She is my dad's sister and only a few weeks before the wedding their mum had passed away. The wedding was held at the church where my nan was buried and now my dad and another of their sister's is there too. It was obviously a very emotional day for all but it was also an incredibly momentous day for me as it was the first time I wore a bra.

I like this photo because my legs look long and slim, I dislike this photo because WHY ON EARTH DID I EVER WEAR THAT JACKET??????

It was taken at Dunster family whilst we were on a family holiday. Not long afterwards my mum and dad split up.

Nothing to do with the holiday.

Again I'm not sure of my age here, probably 13 or 14. I loved that outfit, I have a feeling I wore it to the cinema to see Fame. The dog is Bonnie. She was mine. I went on holiday to Butlins with my dad and sisters and when we got home Bonnie had disappeared. I was told she ran away. I cried for days. I was told many years later she was given away whilst we were away. Totally heartbreaking.

Lots of memories there, good and bad, happy and sad.

Treat time

This weekend we had to go to Salisbury to see G's family for his dad's birthday.
Instead of a quick visit on Sunday G asked his mum if she would have the children stay with her Saturday night whilst we spent some time ON OUR OWN. Thankfully she agreed, and so G booked us into here for the night and we got to go to the cinema to see The King's Speech and have a meal out ON OUR OWN.


Thank you G for a wonderful weekend.
All I can say is

it all was. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Cath and Cath-esque

In my post last month about our recent rip to Winchester I said I bought a couple of things from Cath Kidston but forgot to say what they were.
Here is my biggest biggest purchase. A fabulous red floral bag. Since buying it it has been sat in it's carrier bag. Every few days I would get it out for a look and give it a stroke and then pop it back into the pale blue carrier again. It's almost like I've wanted one for solong that I couldn't believe I had one and just wanted to get used to owning it. How sad am I?!
However today it had it's first outing. I met a friend in town today for cofee and cake and as she is a fellow C K lover I knew she would appreciate seeing a flash of Cath goodness.



After our meet up I had to go to Primark to buy some socks and tights for S. These immediately leapt out at me. They definitely have the mark of a CK pattern about them.

What a pair

The other day S was helping me put away the shopping. Out of one bag she took two items and holding one in each hand asked 'Mum where shall I put the pears?' She was a bit puzzled why I found her question funny as she was holding

a bar of Pears soap in her left hand and a bag of pears in her right!

Thank you to all who left such lovely comments about the photos on the Scavenger hunt in my last post. It was really good fun to do and if you haven't taken part then have a go for February.

Photo Scavenger Hunt

Back at the start of January the very lovely Kathy at postcardsfromthepp blog posted about a project she was going to take part in.
This seemed like great fun and I hoped a way of helping any trips/walks we went on as a family more interesting for those who grumbled.

One of the objects was a goldfish and on this I failed but without further ado here's what I did get.

An abandoned building.
A listed lodge which is going to be sold by the local council. It's at the entrance to our local park which was once the grounds to a large house.


Stained glass.
Seen on the exterior of a house whilst out on our walk last weekend.

Yarn.

It's not very clear in this photo, but it was wound around this sign post just outside a craft studio in Winchester.

Playground equipment.

The top of the slide in the park a few minutes walk from our home.

Nature.

In the park where the abandoned lodge is.

Library.

Our local library and where I go for my monthly book club.

Tombstone over 100 years old.

This was found on our walk last weekend in St Leonard's church yard.

I choose this ebcuase buried here is Mr Dearlove. What a name!

My front door.

Just a couple fo days into the new year.

A reflective surface.

Winnal Moors Nature Reserve.

Something out of place.

Well this one just had to be T's x ray as his bones are most definitely out of place!

Bubbles.

A bottle of bubbles was taken by S on our walk yesterday on the Common.

Thanks Kathy for posting about this.

Looking forward to February's.

Fab Four

It was such a treat having blue skies and the bright sun accompany us on our walk today on the Common.

Today has been full of baking, walking, reading, playing and talking and planning more days and family times for the 4 of us.

zingy

How about that for a bit of colour on a grey day?
My new scarf, courtesy of the charity shop of course.