I'm sure over the years, I've given some good gifts to people for occasions such as Birthday, Easter, Christmas, New Baby, Wedding, Christening, Anniversary and 'just because'. But the greatest gift I think you can give someone is your heart and soul. You think you're giving them to someone to keep for life, but sometimes it's not to be and they eventually hand them back to you so that you can give them to someone else. I'm guessing most of us hope that when we give these precious gifts to someone, that they're going to give us theirs in return and never give back or want back. Sadly, that's not always the case. Right now, I have my heart and soul and wonder if I'll find a special someone to whom I want to give them to. Until then, I'll keep them safe and be ready to hand them over again.
Where do you start when where you live is not where you chose, but the only half decent option available to you when you had no roof over your head? Regular readers of my blog, friends and family, know that I've had a testing 21 months, so I won't go into that again and bore you all. For those new to my blog, feel free to read back a bit and get a glimpse into what's been going on.
So, back to the question - "What do you love most about where you live?" I love that if I need a loaf of bread I only have to walk downstairs, open a gate and step to the left to find a shop that's open until 8pm. I love that I have bus stops 2 minutes walk away, which is great for those early mornings when I have to catch a bus. I love that I'm only a 10 minute walk from my doctor's surgery. I love that I have family close by and that my Mum doesn't have to drive down a bypass she always hated when I lived with my ex. As for my home itself, I love that I have space. I love that I have a separate dining room, even though I don't use it very much. I love that I have plenty of parking spaces - I'll let you into a secret, I live next door to the town's 24 hr car park! I love that my kitchen is big enough to have 2 of us cooking together. I love that I have 2 bedrooms, so I could turn the biggest one into a spare room and craft room.
I love that I have the key to the front door and can come and go as I please. I feel privileged to have a home that most people take for granted and lots of people would love to have. I love that while I may not own the bricks and mortar, as long as I pay the rent each month, it's my home for me to live in as I wish.
What do I love most about where I live? - Everything!
Credits - Google for the map
Daisy Trail kits - Spring In Your Step and American Holidays 2010
Chatteris has lights that people travel to see. They are put on by volunteers and with donations and fund raising. We don't have the council helping us. This is my second Christmas living in the town and I'd yet to be there for the official switch on. I do work experience in the DIY shop in the centre of the High Street and helped out behind the till and serving customers. Now I know Christmas is coming. People were wearing Christmas hats and coming to us to buy their tinsel, Christmas lights and decorations. Everyone was in high spirits and the evening was a huge success. Thanks John for letting me be part of it and I'm looking forward to next year's switch on now.
Credits - Daisy Trail's Haberdashery Christmas and Christmas Crafts
The lovely Shimelle does Journal Your Christmas every December. I'm not actually participating, but it got me thinking about doing my own version. So, I sat with my digi scrapping programme and designed some pages. I'm not doing this day by day and not limiting myself to one page per day if I feel I need more space some time. What I am doing, is recording things I see, do, smell and hear that make me think of the Christmas season and maybe some things I remember from Christmases past. So, take a walk with me and discover my Christmas.
Here's my page for 1st and 2nd December:
I never used to put my tree up so early. David and I put ours up around the second week in December. This year, my town's Christmas late night shopping and light switch on is the 3rd. I live next to the main car park and want my place to look festive so I've made sure I'm ready by putting my tree up tonight. Even the red sweetie trays made an appearance. I just need to buy some now. Here comes Christmas!
Today I decided to brave it and go to Tesco mid morning. I started feeling festive on the way there when I saw cars covered with frost. Quite pleased that I was on the bus so I didn't have to worry about cleaning the windows or the road conditions. Heart sank when I saw the car park was almost full. I battled with the other shoppers and managed to get my goods including some Christmas treats ready for wrapping. Still feeling festive I met Mum and we dropped off my shopping then went for lunch. After which, I drove her to see her Auntie in hospital. While she visited, I went for a soya latte. "Drinking in or take-away?" "Drinking in please." But the guy gave me a takeaway cup. I wasn't too happy at first, then realised it made a good photo for today's LO. Merry Costa indeed. Still would have preferred a Starbucks though.
Credits for both LOs - Daisy Trail's Haberdashery Christmas and Christmas Crafts
In one sentence - My sister's children when they call me Auntie. Ok, I know the youngest can't speak yet, but I know I glow when I think of him as my nephew, just as I do with my other two nephews and my niece. Wouldn't you glow if you had such gorgeous and loving children that are growing up calling you Auntie?
Q47 - When you think back to your childhood, what moment first comes to mind?
Confession time now. When I was eight myself and my family lived in a reasonable size village with shops. My childhood sweetheart lived next door and my friends lived nearby. All of that changed on New Year's Day 1978 when my Mum and Dad dared to move us to a tiny village in the middle of nowhere. The only good thing about it at the time, was that I was going to get my own room instead of sharing with my two younger sisters. What I didn't know was that while they were moving all our belongings, the two lads from next door were asking if there were children moving in. The very next morning, we had a knock at the door asking if we could go out to play. I think they were surprised we were all girls and I was apprehensive to go out at first, but with encouragement from Mum, I went. I would imagine we spent the day in the park behind the houses.
So, what moment first came to my mind when I read this question? Not the one above surprisingly. That's just background information for you. I soon became really good friends with the eldest lad (Mark) who was a year older than me and we were soon inseparable after school and in the school holidays. He was good looking and as I grew into a young teenager, I had a huge crush on him. In the holidays, we'd be round his watching Why Don't You and having a laugh. One day, we got hungry so decided to bake some biscuits. We had flour everywhere and the biscuits looked really lovely. Rustic in shape, golden in colour and smelling delicious. Then we bit into one. Or should that say we tried to bite into one? They were rock hard. Turned out we'd used the wrong flour. We offered one to his dog who; after a sniff, turned his back on it and walked away. Another item for the bin. That was our first and last attempt at baking. We stuck to shop bought goodies after that.
The last two LOs were done using various kits by Daisy Trail,