Cross stitch progress and what I’m actually stitching…

Today is D-Day, with the D in this case standing for dentist (well, technically I think I’m going to the orthodontist, but O-Day doesn’t work as well…) So today I shall hopefully find out if/when the evil wisdom teeth are to come out. Wish me luck!

So… cross stitch. I’ve been meaning to do the post for a while, but things kept getting in the way. But better late than never, right?
A few people asked me a while ago to put up a picture of what I’m supposed to be stitching so you could compare my version to the real thing. I couldn’t find the cover picture from my cross stitch kit, so I’ve had to steal a photo from elsewhere on the Internet for you. So, finally, here is what I’m trying to stitch:

Picture from monsterpatterns.com
Picture from monsterpatterns.com

And here’s what I’ve got so far:

Getting there...
Getting there…

Obviously I haven’t started the backstitch or anything yet, so there’s not much detail in mine, but I think you get the idea.
Also, I will be replacing the weight with the birth time as I don’t know the weight.

Baby is two weeks old now, so I really need to get on with it!!

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What am I stitching? Part 5

Did you notice the lack of a post yesterday? That’s because I was busy stitching my little fingers off to prepare for today’s episode of “What am I stitching?

well, okay, I admit this post wans’t the entire reason I spent most of the weekend stitching. The fact that the baby could come any day now may have had something to do with it. For obvious reason’s, I’m hoping this child decides to take a cue from his/her big brother and come two weeks after the due date! In the meantime, let’s get on with the game. Here is last week’s picture:

Cross stitch 4

And here are the guesses:

Linda from Expat eye on Latvia said: “It looks exactly the same except now there’s a hatchet and I’m even more confused”. Just as a reminder, her previous guess was a KFC genetically modified chicken, which would make last week’s image a genetically modified KFC chicken with a hatchet. Interesting.

Polly from A Girl and Her Travels suggested “A sideways racecar with a flaming road?” Brings a whole new meaning to hot wheels 😀

Elaine from I Used to Be Indecisive said “I’m still going for teddy bear, I think, but now I think it might be holding a gold medal on a pink ribbon in its paw. Maybe the teddy has a yellow blanket over its head.

Katrin from Land of Candycanes came up with “A mix of Donald Duck and a leprechaun?” That leprechaun is still getting plenty if love!

Kay from Where’s my Glass Slipper‘s response was “If you look at it upsidedown it could be a mouse…or an elephant…a mousephant?” I now wish it was a mousephant!

K8 thought it might be some kind of boat, with a grey flag on the back…Either that or a cat in green dungarees climbing a yellow tree.

The Laughing Housewife suggested a baby holding a teddy.

And finally, Tina from Kulturschock said: “A green-headed angel (body as of yet unstitched) holding a bear (head as of yet unstitched) in a head lock.” Poor bear!

As I said, I’ve worked verrrrry hard on my stitching this weekend, so today I have this for you:

Cross stitch 5

And now I must be off… not to do more stitching, but to work overtime. It’s only Monday and I already hate this week!

Just as a reminder… German chocolate is up for grabs for:
1. The first correct guess and
2. My favourite creative guess

So get your answers in now!

Apparantly it’s the end of the weekend…

I’m having a little trouble distinguishing between weekdays and weekends lately. When you’re home all day anyway the days tend to blend into each other, and when you have a boyfriend who goes into work on Saturdays anyway (although he did stay home for the holiday on Thursday) it gets really confusing. I knew today was Sunday though, because everything was closed.

So yesterday the boyfriend gave me 30 euros to buy a pair of shoes for Rome. I had to throw out my old flip-flops cos the straw bit at the bottom was coming unweaved and bits of it were stabbing the bottoms of my feet. Ouch! I also bought myself a new sun hat becuse I still had money left over and it was on sale for only €2.75. Bargain! Last night the two of us stayed at his place so we could stick some clothes in his washing machine this morning. Now everything I need for Rome is clean and by tomorrow it should be dry as well. Excellent.
On the way back to mine this evening we kept running into people from my ex student residence. First someone who used to live on 5th floor… he’s just started working and is now living close to where Jan lives. Next came a couple who used to live on my floor. They had their baby daughter with them. She’s almost seven months old now and getting so big… she’s even grown since I last saw her, in May. And she still has the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Then, while we were talking to those two, another girl from my floor came along. She’s still living in the residence and wanted to know if we would be at Parkplatzfest, the big outdoor residence party at the end of this month. We will be back from Rome by then so I told her we probably would. And apparantly before we ran into anyone Jan saw someone from 6th floor sitting outside a Cafe. All those student residence people in one little street. Clearly there are just too many of us!

So, that was my weekend. Tell me about yours 🙂

Other people’s children

After yesterday’s epically long blog post (sorry about that!) I shall try to make this one a little shorter…

So, I went into the kitchen yesterday to make a cup of tea and ended up staying there for over an hour.  Two people who used to live here were there with their 4 month old daughter. The baby was asleep when I came in, but after a while she woke up and I got to meet her.
It was great to see the three of them. C&K seem really happy and the baby is gorgeous – she has the most beautiful blue eyes (I know babies are born with blue eyes but I think hers will stay blue now). I’m really pleased for them – but at the same time I couldn’t help but feel just a teeny bit jealous. Not that I want a baby now, or even any time soon (oh God, please no! I will murder anyone that even suggests it (watch out Grandma!)). But… I do want children at some point, and preferably while I’m still young enough to enjoy them (and while my remaining Grandparents are still alive – my dad’s mum is desperate to be a Great-Grandma. Desperate I tell you!) I also want to a) move in with someone, b) get engaged and c) get married at some point in the future. But right now I honestly can’t see any of those things happening. I have a boyfriend who would rather live with someone he was never even all that friendly with (they are part of the same circle of friends but what they had before getting a flat together was more of a business relationship) because “he doesn’t know what he wants”. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but surely if he doesn’t know what he wants then what he has can’t be it. Because once you’ve found what you want you know it. And I know I’m difficult (I sure as hell wouldn’t want to put up with me!), but I do try. And I love him. Surely that must count for something? So yeah, I promised to try for another year (Remember my resolutions?). And after that? Who knows. Maybe it’s about time I started getting over my hatred of cats…

I also went out yesterday afternoon and bought a birthday card for my friend’s son who is one soon. Then I came home and wrapped up the presents I’ve bought for him, ready to send them to England next week. Yup, yesterday really was all about other people’s children.

Oh yes, and I bought myself a Valentine’s present yesterday as well. See, I’m perfectly capable of celebrating love day all on my own 😉

The year isn’t over yet…

Some of you may remember me mentioning that this year appears to be the year of babies. Everyone’s at it. Family friends, acquaintances, people I went to school with…
Today I found out that my oldest friend’s baby has arrived. Not the oldest person in my group of friends – she’s only 2 days older than me! I mean the friend that I’ve known for the longest. We met when we were three years old, lost touch for a while after she had her first child at 17 and I started university the following year and recently found each other again through Facebook. I know 3 to 18 is only 16, which probably sounds like nothing to many people, but when you’re from an army family and regularly have to leave your friends behind (when they’re not leaving you behind!) 16 years is a bloody long time! Now we’re both 25 and she’s just given birth to son number 2. The 10th child to be born to someone I know this year. Yes, really, 10! Just to emphasise my point I shall list them by name in the order they were born:

1. Jamie
2. Eliza
3. Dylan
4. Isaac
5. Logan
6. Daniel
7. Emily
8. Chloe
9. Imogen
… and of course number 10 is the new one. Named Beau in case anyone was wondering.

It’s not over yet either. A girl from my building was supposed to have her baby on 8th November. As far as I know it hasn’t arrived yet. When it does that will be 11 babies. Eleven! Is it just me or is that a lot? I’m just glad I don’t know anybody else who’s due this year, otherwise we’d end up with an average of one baby a month. Scary stuff.
I do, however, know three people who are due next year. And considering we still have 13 months until next year is over and a pregnancy only lasts 9 there’s still plenty of time for more announcements.

Is this the way it’s going to be for the rest of my life?

Return to Oz

I am back. Actually we got back last night but then I discovered my camera’s memory card had broken and destroyed all my pictures so Jan spent most of last night and this morning on the computer trying to rescue them. He saved about half, the rest are gone forever. Most irritating.

Anyway… we had a great time, despite having to rush around like loonies to fit everything in. We arrived on Wednesday morning after spending Tuesday night at Dublin airport. Strangely enough we were tired, so we went to bed for most of Wednesday afternoon. We were forced to get up again fairly early though when my Grandparents came over to see us. Then that night my dad took us out for curry. Thursday was spent in Edinburgh where Jan and I went sightseeing before meeting up with the others again to take my brother to a pub for his first legal drink. Later we went off on our own again and met a girl who I used to be an intern with before catching the train home. And Friday was the busiest day – a trip to Halifax in Morpeth to take out some money which then had to be paid into my other bank so that my uni can steal it for tuition fees (booo!) then we went to my Grandma’s for lunch before my dad drove us back to Bedlington where we popped across to see my friend Shell and her baby boy Dylan. He’s 7 months old now and gorgeous! After playing with the baby for a while and drinking a cup of tea it was time to dash back to my house and beg my dad for a lift down to the doctors. I had an appointment with the doc first then one with the nurse. The first appointment was fine – the doctir was running about 15 minutes late but that’s to be expected at a doctor’s surgery. But then we had to wait… and wait… and wait for me to see the nurse. It turns out the receptionist had only registered me as being there for the doctor’s appointment then when the nurse came out to see if I was there (while I was in with the doc) she was told I must have gone home!! Eventually I did get in to see the nurse though. By the time we finally got back home it was practically time to get ready to go out for my brother’s birthday celebration – a meal at a Mexican restaurant in Newcastle. In case anyone reading this is from the North-East of England and likes Mexican food you should definitely go to Blue Coyote in Newcastle. The food is excellent, massive portions, lots of choice and reasonably priced. Exactly what I like in a restaurant.

So much fun was had by all. It’s just a shame I have to be back at work tomorrow. I’m not ready to stop relaxing yet…