From the bean-bag


What’s the point of unpacking boxes if there are no shelves to put things away on? Why didn’t I ask myself this question before I pulled the contents of 12+ boxes out and put it all over the floor?

At least now I can find a few things. I found some needles and some of my threads – but Recycled Monster for this month’s Month of Softies is far, far away from being finished. I still hope she will be done at some point. Please send your entries in by the end of Saturday your time, and stay tuned for May’s theme announcement on Sunday my time.

I have been watching a fair bit of TV lately – evenings are still yet to be reclaimed by crafty pursuits. It’s far easier to lie in an exhausted state in the beanbag. So each night of the week I try to find something that is “my show” for the night.

Monday it’s Desperate Housewives which is entertaining enough but I am sure it will get the boot when my big table and sewing machine make an appearance.

Tuesday it’s Survivor which I have come in to late this season and don’t really care much about, but it’s good to have in the background as I go through all my old home / interior magazines which have been in storage for two years. I am tearing out the stuff worth keeping for the scrap book and throwing the rest in the recycling. There isn’t a whole lot to keep after two years. Some of my interior magazines date back to 2000 or even 1999 and boy are they sad. Even reading some of my old Bust magazines from 2000 can be a little depressing. Everything that was so new and hip in 2000 isn’t really any more.

Anyway, Wednesday it’s Jamie’s School Dinners, which is absolutely my favourite show on television. Food, nutrition and kid’s diets fill my head a lot these days. While I try so hard every day to give Amelia a healthy, balanced diet I really can understand why some of the parents on the show give their kids chips and unidentifiable deep-fried food stuffs which they will immediately scoff down with no complaints. At the end of a long day, when everyone is tired and fractious, a battle over a piece of broccoli or drawn out negotiations over the number of peas which should be consumed before leaving the table is truly demoralising. However, seeing the family with seven kids in Northern England who had a healthy diet for one week under Jamie’s instruction resulting in a loving and peaceful household compared to their previous chaos – only to return to chaos five minutes after consuming a special treat meal of their usual chips, turkey twizzlers and chocolates made me take stock again. I have a child raising book which says “Everyone’s body belongs to them- each person should therefore choose (from a healthy range of food) what and how much they eat.” (Gisela Preuschoff – “Raising Girls”). How can you disagree with this in theory? How really can you disagree with it at all… but sometimes when you spend time making a delicious, toddler-friendly meal which was last week’s hot ticket and is now all over the floor, you get pretty sick of it all pretty quickly.

So I am trying a few of his tricks (which are not all that different from Gisela Preuschoff’s ideas)- getting Amelia involved in shopping and list making, having her help prepare the meals and so on. They are good ideas which seem to work in a kind of limited way as she still is pretty little and having her help cook is not always practical. In the mean time at least she will eat poached eggs – and if she had her choice of “what and how much” she ate, it would be 3-4 poached eggs with avocado three meals a day.

But this was about TV! Thursday — how I love “My Restaurant Rules”. I have not gone so far as to actually vote yet, but I am hoping Adelaide or Sydney (well, at least Bella) wins. What nice people. Brisbane should realise their destiny and just start being straight-out evil. Ooooh – they could be the Dark Empire of the season. And then we watch LOST which is great and nail-biting.

Friday is a bit of TV wasteland for us non-football watchers, although we have been known to turn to American Idol. There really is nothing sadder than watching reality tv except watching reality tv that comes from someone else’s country and you don’t even get a chance to vote!

Anyway it’s plain to see that I had better get the above studio chaos sorted out and get back to the real stuff.