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Name:VintagePretty
Location:United Kingdom

An avid tea-drinker who likes nutmeg in her coffee and warm lavender-scented quilts. She knits, crochets and partakes in random acts of craftiness (and kindness). She likes obscure works of literature, philosophy and the idea that her mind exists separately from her body. She enjoys moving furniture around, literary criticism and baking bread. She writes haiku about nettles, would like to swim with seals and become completely self-sufficient. She writes as if her life depends on it, listens to beautiful music, and loves her darling husband Mr. VP.

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Monday 3 July 2017

Summer meadows

I was a bit shocked to realise that it has been six (6!) years since I wrote this post. Mostly because it just doesn’t seem possible that it has been that long; or that so much has happened. But today we found ourselves in the same place, a place we now visit quite regularly, at the same time of year, when the meadows are at their absolute finest. Going back over those old posts is quite a trip down memory lane. I think that’s why I’ve loved writing a blog for so long.

The weather was overcast but just like then, the serene yet busy meadows of wildflowers were alive with all manner of flora and insect life. Red clover sat cheek-by-jowl with the cinquefoils and cocksfoot grass. Pyramidal orchids were everywhere; certainly not a rarity up here. Busy bumblebees buzzed to and fro and damsel flies alit on branches, while newly fledged swallows begged food mid-air from their never-slowing parents. The hum and busyness of doing and being in summer was all around.

It has been a bit of an odd time in these parts. I feel that life is a bit discombobulated at the moment, and not just for me. Baby VP has had a tummy bug, which isn’t super worrying in and of itself, other than it wasn’t getting better and involved trips to doctors and a lot of worry on my behalf. I worried (ha) how much I would worry when I had a child (because, you know me, I can worry for England – and most of the Northern Hemisphere too) and it’s true, the worry thing is real. But we’re carrying on in our own little way, but a bit gentler than before, trying to pace ourselves and not overstress tummies (or mummies)! Unfortunately, now I have come down with a different bug, something that wakes me up in the night by tickling the back of my throat, and which is now accompanied by a temperature. I think I need to get back onto the zinc tablets!

I was pleased to find that there is a new single from The National, which means (hopefully!) there’s a new LP coming soon. Yay! I have a feeling this is going to be played quite a bit round these parts (when we’re not listening to toddler-friendly tunes)!

Thursday 7 January 2016

Waking Up

I started writing a blog post in November, believe it or not, but somehow November morphed into December and we were without internet for a good chunk of December and the first bit of January too (thanks BT Openreach…).  But here I am and I have every intention of getting back into the blogging groove once more.  I must apologise for my cryptic absence – which some of you correctly guessed – Mr VP and I did indeed have a visit from a stork in the summer.  I say stork as a euphemism for the ideal birth experience, which in no way reflects how the whole birth thing actually went down (because that was fairly traumatic in and of itself) but hey ho, we survived!  Just.

Now here I am resurfacing.  Gosh, it feels weird.  I wonder all the time ‘what did I DO with myself before this?!’ as ‘free time’ is now an odd and confounding concept – and one that I am happy to surrender to the whims of my own tiny human.  And really, motherhood? It’s pretty amazing.  But it has been the sort of all-consuming task that has required every inch of my being and so blogging, and many other things, have been put onto the back burner.  It hasn’t been helped by my thyroid finally – finally! Going since 2012! – giving up the ghost and meaning that I was winning prizes for falling asleep all.  The.  Time.  Thankfully now I’m on thyroxine, and am working on increasing my dosage, I fall asleep less often and feel ever-so-slightly more with-it (a distinct improvement, let me tell you!)

Merry Christmas – I think I should get that in there, and a very Happy New Year too.  Christmas was a whirlwind of unwrapped presents and twinkling lights; a bit of a weird day, with a kitchen role reversal and a fourth person to cater for and a living room that looked like ToysRUs had set up a franchise.  I had made Delia’s Christmas cake some weeks earlier, and I hummed a lot of this, while we pacified and entertained a Christmas first-timer.

I was planning to give NaBloPoMo a go (hahaha) when I first started the bare-bones of this post in… November, but realised that the chance of me actually finishing were slim to nil, so I might as well dibble a toe rather than leap from the diving board.  So, that’s a (tiny) fraction of what’s been going on over here.  It feels so alien to sit here and hover over the ‘publish’ button that it’s taking me a while to get my head around doing it!  Anyway, enough about me, how are you all doing?