Wow this is a first!
I remember being in the great Hall where you could snag a bargain - the bidding fierce..this is where I scored my first (and only) boxes of Dolly Mags. I was not one to be pretentious, mainly because I did not have the money to keep up with the trends. BUT ...these mags had great advice about all manners of girly issues...well mostly about puberty and relationship issues. Late on I took on the equivalent in women's mags but these , especially Cleo, were pornographic in comparison and I felt squeamish reading them. Anyway , I never planned to bid for magazines. Some plastered my wall and I mean literally plastered in a type of decorage using glue. Mum won a kitchenette in that same bidding war and I admired her, and the kitchenette, all the more from that day.
Why write a blog? I love journalling but of late it has seemed quite purposeless . Well at least it provides more purpose sharing my musings with others in the vain hope you may gain comfort from knowing I am not as together as appearances seem. Plus I love being on display as I can feel quite insignificant as a mum and wife. How did I lose sight of dreams of singing? acting? painting? Instead I express myself by droning on for the fifth time of how ideally things would (and should) be in our home.
Introductions...I have had the privilege of 'good' education, married quite young and the next ten years had one child after another...at least until I got a more permanent contraceptive measure and stopped trying to 'share' the responsibility of deciding about family size with hubby. So now we have four kids and a dog . I love them and I resent them. Isn't that terrible?! I resent my husband for not pushing me,...or at least suggesting I follow MY dreams. Now here I am verging on resigning myself to a complaining spirit which I'm determined not to sink into.
My son just declared how sacrificial he was in buying , out of his money, the pumice stone. My spirit and face feel bit like my feet you see...cracked!
I will leave you with some soul food to gaze at...that dog really looked like chocolate!
Why write a blog? I love journalling but of late it has seemed quite purposeless . Well at least it provides more purpose sharing my musings with others in the vain hope you may gain comfort from knowing I am not as together as appearances seem. Plus I love being on display as I can feel quite insignificant as a mum and wife. How did I lose sight of dreams of singing? acting? painting? Instead I express myself by droning on for the fifth time of how ideally things would (and should) be in our home.
Introductions...I have had the privilege of 'good' education, married quite young and the next ten years had one child after another...at least until I got a more permanent contraceptive measure and stopped trying to 'share' the responsibility of deciding about family size with hubby. So now we have four kids and a dog . I love them and I resent them. Isn't that terrible?! I resent my husband for not pushing me,...or at least suggesting I follow MY dreams. Now here I am verging on resigning myself to a complaining spirit which I'm determined not to sink into.
My son just declared how sacrificial he was in buying , out of his money, the pumice stone. My spirit and face feel bit like my feet you see...cracked!
I will leave you with some soul food to gaze at...that dog really looked like chocolate!
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