19 August 2007

stream of consciousness

I finished up my week of cooking with one of those marathon smug Superwoman sessions. The sort where you have a rice pudding in the oven, muffins ready to go in as soon as the pudding comes out, a chicken curry on the stove, bread in the breadmachine and another fruit loaf cooling on the wire rack next to the still-warm batch of biscuits, and tomorrow night’s soup simmering at the back of the stove.

Remind me to throw my apron in the wash tomorrow.

I completed this burst of housewifely activity by sorting out the pantry, rearranging shelves and decanting all those bags of pulses, dried fruits, pasta and nuts and grains into my enormous collection of glass jars collected from the op shop^ over the years. And then I watched Mostly Martha on DVD. (Son #2 said idly, What’s that about? to which Son #3 replied It’s mostly about Martha. [You had to be there I guess but it was pretty funny. So deadpan]).

^Speaking of the op shop, I had a seriously good yarn score the other day when I popped in to look for a pair of jeans for Son #2. (The wool section is on the way to the children’s section if you go the pretty way).

Look.

op shopped skein

This was the messy skein. Sorry. I hate messy photographs. But doesn’t it tone well with the rug? (The colour, not the mess although there is lots of that around here also. See below). This was one of two skeins, of what appears to be a 10 or 12 ply (I swatched, fancy). It’s pure wool and kind of scratchy and old fashioned, but together there is more than 600 grams of it, and it set me back a total of $3.99. Pleased as punch I am. Now to decide what to do with it. I don’t want to make my usual small projects* – hats and mitts and so on – because it’s so rare to get enough of one kind of yarn from an op shop to actually make a real garment with. So I’m thinking a jumper for one of the children perhaps? But I’ll have to dye it first. (Although it is the right colour for quickly making a banana, or pear out of first). And then I’ll dye the rest, a soft green maybe. Anyway, come back to Pea Soup in about 18 months time and find out.

Son #3 (when he was at home last week coughing his head off) and I sat by the fire and wound off both skeins into a dozen beautiful balls of wool. He loves winding wool, that one. Such a Steiner child.

Hmmm. Should have dyed it while it was in the skeins. Shit.

*Speaking of small projects, I made these. Because I’m like that.

rainbow gnomes

They sit on my kitchen window and make me so happy. (Because I’m like that too).

And now I have to finish up by showing you these.

[very] odd slippers

Son #1 made himself a pair of slippers.

He cast on willy-nilly without counting and just went for it. So the first slipper was way too narrow. Not to worry, he just knitted a thin red wedge and I think there’s a joke in there but it’s been a trying week, and sewed it in. About six months later (we’ve now reached last week when he was at home being pale and wan and threatening to cark it) he decided to make the second slipper. But he couldn’t find the matching yarn, and then forgot to do moss stitch and just went with stocking stitch.

He loves his [very] odd slippers. And so do I.

Now. Listen up. I’ve had a few comments lately about how serene my life looks, how gorgeous and precociously talented my children are, etc and seen various snippets here and there around the traps about people not telling the ‘truth’ but editing their blogs to make themselves look good. Well. I would like to set the my record straight. My life is frequently a mess. I’m not beautiful and serene, my children whack each other, bicker and frequently display appalling taste in music, there is dog hair mixed with ash [damn these open fires I’m ready for a push-button gas fire] and dust all over the place, unpacked boxes from when we moved a year and a half ago, and the reason I had to clean out the pantry was because there was so much mouse poo in there that I couldn’t put it off any longer. Also and I hate to say this, the cat is getting very elderly and she peed in there. (See? Not nice blogging). I yell at my children sometimes and swear loudly when they spit their toothpaste all over the bathroom mirror again. I’ve received three blogging awards that I haven’t passed on. I think bad thoughts sometimes. I’m human!

Okay? Not serene. Not glamorous. But I don’t edit my blog to try and deceive people. I do it because I don’t like talking about our financial stresses, the state of my marriage this week or the odd smell lurking in the vegetable drawer. Also I don’t enjoy looking at ugly flash photos of dust bunnies and blurry craft projects so I try to take pretty pictures. Some folks do blog the darker side of their lives and that’s fine and dandy. Many do it with panache, honesty and/or humour. But I don’t know that I could without it sounding like a plea for internet hugs, so I don’t for the most part. (Although I could point to a couple of occasions in the archives. But I don’t want the hugs. I’m feeling antisocial tonight). Sometimes when I meet other bloggers I am convinced they must be thinking Well, she’s small, grey and disappointing, isn’t she?! I don’t know where I’m going with this. I just wanted to say, my blog is the place I spill my brain and post my photography. I’m not trying to make myself look like I have all the answers. I’m human like everybody else. I just like a pretty blog.

Preferably with no cat piss.


Ack, that was a long rambly post. It’s late and I’ve had two sick children for two weeks, and today the third one got it so that’s the coming week shot to pieces). I’ll probably delete those last irritable paragraphs in the morning when I wake up all Doris Daylike and menstrual-cramp-free with my halo straight again.

And then I shall sort out the spice collection.

54 comments:

herhimnbryn said...

Two days before my Brother and his family arrived for a holiday from the UK, I found what I thought ( in my innocence) was Cumin seeds in the larder...................I too now have a VERY clean larder.

The vacuum cleaner died last week and dog hair turned into tumble weed drifting across the floor. I got the broom out. I never thought I'd miss a vacuum cleaner!

You have a very happy looking window sill.

tut-tut said...

Well, I was just complaining myself about certain aspects of my abode I detest.

Concentrate on the wool; sometimes that's the best thing to do.

Elizabeth said...

De-lurking to say you make me laugh so much. It gives me a five minute break from dealing with the proverbial cat piss in my own life.

Lisa said...

Farnarkling! lovely word. Say, when you get done with your spices, can you come over and do mine? I could use some semblance of order in my life.

Jerry & Maxy said...

riotously funny, Suse.

i can't find one of my cats right now - how's that for messy.

blackbird said...

DO I NEED TO KICK SOMEONE'S ASS?
If someone gives you a hard time I will KICK THEIR ASS.

sign me,
she who has a perfect life -
except for the financial worry and those damn kids.

Joke said...

Wait.

You have appalling taste in music? Could you quantify that?

-J.

P.S. I've received only two blogging awards without passing them on, so I am glad you admitted this. Gives me room to maneuver.

Emma said...

I still think you're great! I don't blog the bad, either, and my Mum has commented. I just would rather think about the nice stuff.

The flu season is my big excuse for not posting recently. It has been ghastly, hasn't it. I hope your sickie gets well soon.

Suse said...

Heavens, my taste in music is beyond reproach.

It is my children who frequently display appalling musical taste.

Clearly my grammar is misleading also.

MsCellania said...

Well, damn;
I still say you have a lovely life and that you, yourself, are lovely too.
I only post the cheery stuff, too. And my photos leave a lot to be desired.
The very best thing about moving away from 1000's of acres of fields, and into a new, tightly-constructed house is the lack of mouse poo in the cupboards. We also stuffed 000-steel wool in every possible egress spot-husband stood outside with flashlight at night and I stood in, stuffing away with the steel wool where I saw even the tiniest point of light. I used a steel ruler and nail file to stuff the smallest of spaces. So far, *touch wood*, no mice.

Janet said...

yah, yah there are always those posts about people making their lives look too ideal in blogs. Sour grapes? An inability to take pretty photos....? Some sort of guilt?

Has someone been having a go at you, because I could go and be acerbic? (is that the right word?)We need pretty, we need to see the buccolic side. Mind you, your cat piss story was pretty funny.

And I think you are lovely in real life. So there.

Dy said...

What a great post, please don't edit it!
And I just love your son's slippers, he is obviously a fashion visionary - I'll be looking out for his label in years to come!

Isabelle said...

Son-to-son admiration: my son has just stood behind me and looked at your son's slippers and said, "Wow, that's very impressive." He's never made slippers. And he's nearly 23.

Loved this post - such a relief to know that you're not a total and complete domestic goddess. Or, not all the time.

plum said...

I tend to write about the pleasant moments (apart from when I'm fighting with F over the toaster or slicing open my finger) because I like to look back and remember the moments of joy. I recall too easily the stresses. But in the years to come I suspect I may not remember too clearly my little boy outside, watering the plants in the summer twilight. And it's nice to know that I'll have a reminder.

meggie said...

Great, real, interesting post! And SO human!
PS I love your son's slippers!

And I probably blog too much of the bad...but I always try to laugh about it.

shula said...

Ramble all you like, Suse.

I'll be over here, looking at Those Socks.

Kim said...

One of the things I think I love most about you is that you can start a post detailing a cooking prowess and ending it with cat piss and mouse shit.

But that you knit quirky little characters and line them up on your windowsill and that they make you happy is what nails it for me.

Because that photo of them made me smile too.

You just keep on bloggin' however you damn well please.

Kim said...

And besides, after reading my own posts and feeling positively suicidal I come and peruse yours to know that in the (hopefully not too) distant future I too will be bemoaning the rice in the pantry.

Kim said...

rats.

rats in the pantry.

As opposed to rice, which I certainly hope would be. In the pantry that is.

Oi, can you tell it was a rough night?

Lazy cow said...

So NOT grey and disappointing. Small, maybe, but there's nothing wrong with that :-)
EVERYONE who has met you likes you so much; your life is interesting, and let's face it, the whole Steiner thing is fascinating for us mainstream folk. I love reading about your sons.
I think most people who've been blogging a while realise that a blog is not a person's whole life, or even a big part of it.
Oh, and your little people on the windowsill? So cheery, they're making me happy too.

Jenny said...

I love a pretty blog and pretty photos and I see no reason to dwell on any yucky mess in your life.
I think being mostly positive on my blog helps me to see my life in a more positive way. We all know the other bits are happening because they are happening in everyone's house but if you concentrate on the yucky bits they can take over.
And as for the cat poo I found under my son's bed yesterday that had welded its smelly self to the floor and I almost had to resort to scratching it off with my fingernails, well the less said about that the better.

Susan said...

I agree with all those comments above (except that I havn't actually met you). Keep blogging just as you do. It's what keeps us coming back for more!

Anita said...

I just want to say I love your blog. I've never put a thought to someone jazzing up their blog for the outside world, but I guess I don't doubt it happens. I just always thought of it as a journal that will be read - so no super private stuff I guess. Anyway, you're blog has become a frequent stopping point for me this last week, and I just accidently happened upon it looking for a slipper pattern for my son who I caught trying on the slippers I made for myself (he's 3 btw, no knitting needles for him yet). I enjoy your pictures, I enjoy your ramblings, and you are a great writer...keep it up! :)

crafty said...

I think little coloured knitted things in my window would make me happy too, I love the colour gradation. Your sons slippers are just the best, I love them.

Eek, blog politics? Is there no escaping? Surely everybody edits their blog to some extent, depending on the reasons they are keeping one?

bluemountainsmary said...

Suse - I just love that the bits of gorgeousness (kitchen dolls, son's slippers, children's jokes) are underlayed by the reality of cat pee. That's life really isn't it - bits of loveliness striped with bits of not that lovely. Now - you mentioned chicken curry - I'm making the lamb tomorrow night - but chicken curry eh??? reckon you have another recipe in you for your greediest reader??

Stomper Girl said...

Dear Suse I had a Sunday night of domestic goddess-ness where I baked a cake and a sourdough loaf, made some puree for the shrek patties and cooked a roast and a pumpkin soup, and got quite a lot of knitting done on my wrist-warmers, in between general kid-wrangling. If I blogged about it I would NOT mention the fact that the rest of the house is in chaos, the pile of dishes last night was astronomical and I left them for Fixit to do anyway, and that no-one can find any clothes because the laundry situation is so out of control. I would also edit the photos so that any background mess was hidden. If that makes you feel any better.

I also think when I look at my list of achievements that maybe you need a restraining order on me because I may be starting to channel/stalk you. Because not only was it your pattern for the knitted wrist-warmers and your recipe for the sourdough loaf, the cake was your cinnamon & walnut...

Hope Son#3 feels better soon.

kt said...

Ah me, please don't edit out the reality...

And isn't "Mostly Martha" enjoyable? When I heard about "No Reservations", it rang a bell and off I went to the video store. I'd almost rented MM a few years back. It was lovely.

Great little people on the sill.

jorth said...

Geez, I'll admit it - when I met you I did think you were small (in a cute petite kinda way) but certainly not grey or disappointing.

And I've just had two weeks of the Galumph and Grumbles being sick, with a visit from G's mum just to put the cherry on top of the cake, so I'm feeling quite at home in Grumpyland.

That's a long rambling way of saying I think the blog is great. Don't change a thing!

sue said...

Oh dont delete the last few paragraphs. I too can agree with having children arguing, wondering about the state of my relationship, and the housework is never up to scratch either, but it is a daily thing and tomorrow could be all different. I do send some hugs your way though for having 3 sick children, 1 is stressful enough. I have to say that your son did a marvellous job on his slippers too, how talented. I love the little (are they gnomes) on your kitchen windowsill. They made me smile just looking at them. Enjoy your day!

M said...

Go the beautiful photos. I LOVE that your sons knit. I feel calm when I read your blog, it's an important community service you provide :-)

sooz said...

Oh my.

No internet hugs from me you small (gray? GRAY!?) lady no matter how rodent infested your life becomes, I promise. Unless you keep up that cooking caper in which case I'll hug you all I can in the hopes of getting a piece of that action.

This editing blogging stuff blows my mind - as though any one could actually put the full monty in print even if they wanted to. Are there even words to describe most of what goes on everyday? Life is life and blogging is blogging and anyone who confuses the two has problems far surpassing even the greatest blogging crimes.

Ain't nothing wrong with keeping it noice.

sooz said...

ps great oppie score.

My float said...

Dammit, and there I was thinking that for once, someone I knew was having A GREAT LIFE. Now you've shot that theory to pieces. Next you'll be telling me there's no tooth fairy.

luv Abby said...

Awesome post... I stand beside u with ur blog philosophy... I like my blog to reflect the nice things that happen in my life not remind me of all the other regular crap...
luv Abby

nutmeg said...

I'm glad I got here before those last paragraphs went to the trash! Sometimes I think I float around in a bubble on the blogosphere and don't always catch on to the undercurrent of some people's comments and/or snipes. Each to their own I say; your blog's your own - do with it what you will :-)

It always amuses me when my dad complains about the content on television - "Well, Dad, you could just turn it off" I say! Same with blogs - if you don't like a blog, move on, find another - there's millions out there!

Blog on Suse - your way. And I love the knitted little dwarves on your window sill - lovely.

Serenknitity said...

Hey there from the UK (where it's finally stopped raining). The only time to do housework is when you can't bear the mess any more (or you've got to get away from Ravelry or it's divorce). Can't wait to try the black-eye beans recipe.

Di said...

I really should clean out my pantry too... but I'm too busy trying to make my life sound wonderful by overly editing my blog...

VictoriaE said...

I really hope you didn't get some snarky jelous comment about yourself editing your blog and are more just reflecting on a general thing you felt out there, because that would suck. You blog very real to me, and there's nothing wrong with editing the crap parts of life out, its not a secret diary, we all do it. Except me - I'm perfect, and so is my family, nothing wrong with my kids, can't you tell! p.s. I love the knitted fruit and the tiny gnomes would make me very happy if they were in my kitchen.

VictoriaE said...

I feel so worked up about this now I have to read all the other comments!

craftapalooza said...

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. Suuuuue. Fark 'em. Post the Doris Day side of your life, tinges of cat piss are amusing for us, well I chuckled. I find it so darn frustrating that others critise what we choose to blog about. Just keep on, you're great and very human.

BabelBabe said...

I do adore you. Even warts and moouse poo and all : )

sueeeus said...

I think I might have to start editing my blog, she muttered to her red-faced self...

Hugs to you anyway, she most boldly said!

judi said...

Please Blog any damm way you like...you can tell by the number of comments you register that you must be doing something interesting that keeps us coming back . I love your knitted little people and fruit...and that your son has the creative freedom to knit his own way..and never stop including your beautiful photographs

manda said...

you crack me up. so so funny. and how very cute are those slippers!

Sue said...

Not been coming here too long but don't change a thing, your blog is great. I had a good laugh about the mouse poo & who wants to read about lifes more personal matters - not me - I'm here to escape some of the shit in my life!

Ex-Shammickite said...

Those hand made slippers RULE! Wear them with pride, I say.
And editing blogs to make things look idyllic? No not me. I just blog about the good things in my life that other people may want to find interesting, and add an illustration or two. I really don't want to air my dirty laundry in public as they say. Everyone else has enuf problems without having to read about mine.
And if I come across someone's blog where there are pages and pages of complaints, I just go on to the next one. Can't be bothered with it.
PS: was it your blog where I saw some cute baby hat knitting patterns? I've just been told I'll be a granny next year (shhhh it's still a secret) so I want to start knitting!! That's what grannies do isn't it?

Vintage to Victorian said...

Love it all! Especially the lack of serenity etc and I have a special regard for mouse poo. New son-in-law (5th May) proposed to daughter when she had her head in a kitchen cupboard a year before cleaning out said poo. Their wedding cake was a cheese tower and the 'bride and groom' on the top were carved wooden mice!

How nice to have someone own up to life as it's lived!!!! I'm seriously contemplating taking photos of the awful swirly carpets we live with and posting a blog entitled "Face your Demons!"

Joke said...

And!

Even if your entire family were to spontaneously combust and your rat should take a machete to your renally damaged cat and all the kangaroos in your backyard became criminally flatulent, you'd STILL take yummy pictures.

I like the way you blog and I'll kick anyone's ass who says otherwise.

-J.

P.S. Besides, you invented the ideal way to eat a marshmallow.

Artemis said...

oh, now I'm feeling guilty because I made a comment about setting up nice shots with rugs in the background a while ago. But I said that because I do it myself and I love to do it and see it. The visual aspect of blogging is fun and dare I say, therapeutic. Good for you for having the self-control not to expose all the dung, I haven't quite got there yet and consequently have to keep deleting blogs!

elena jane said...

ahh, hope everyone is feeling better now. i hate the winter sickies...tho we had the summer sickies here, it's BLAH!
and i love your happy window :)

Sinda said...

Wow - 50 comments. I am late in reading this because I spent the weekend cleaning out rats, babies and adults, and their mess, from our storage sheds, and tonight I've gone and yelled at my children far more than...well, a lot. I'm with you - it's your blog, put what you like on it. We read it because we, in turn, like to.

Alo - hang in there.

lk said...

perhaps, someday, I shall wake up like doris day and my halo will be on. (not just straight, but on) I have had a sick wee one for a week and am ready to defect to an easier job such as feeding leeches. Bah.

eclair said...

Don't change a thing! Leave those paragraphs in there, please. When I read your blog I get to see lovely photographs of Australia (I'm very fond of the place) and shots of cute knitted things and plants etcetera and that makes me happy. You post fabulous recipes (the five cup cake is a weekly thing in our house now I've taught Grumpy Teenager to make it) and as much as I enjoy hearing about your fabulously talented and lovely children (mine are too) I also like hearing about your mouse poo, cat pee and bickering kids (I have all of the above in unfeasible quantities) because it makes me realize I'm not the only one with those too!

Of course you show the bits you want to show - that's what authoring is about. If anyone wants the ugliness of real life in stomach churning details send them over to me and I'll show them shots of what possums do to garbage (in my shed) and how why cats should not be given too much milk even if they beg. Not to mention what ear-infected pre-schoolers can do to enhance one's laundry experience. Any takers?

Molly said...

There are blog nazis out there?? Gott in Himmel! Send them away.....I love coming over here. Always lovely colourful, creative knitted things to see, recipes to make my mouth water, and whimsical, humourous comments on everyday life. Blog on!