It's soooo cold

I was wondering whether it is dull to write about tidying, whether in fact I should write about my 'exciting' life - but then who would I be writing for? This is like the diary that I never managed to keep. This time though, I am managing to keep it, because it is enabling me to keep on task. To do the job that I started.

I do have a little fear that maybe this will be the last thing I write. I know myself so well. SO many good intentions - I'll learn that instrument, I'll write that book, yada, yada, yada.

So who am I?

I used to lie in my bed and look at the mess I was drowning in, and shut my eyes, wishing and imagining how it would look if it was tidy. Then I would open my eyes and see the mess. Still there, nothing had changed, no tidy fairy had been. Now I think how lovely it is that I can lie in my bed (in my tidy room) and shut my eyes, imaging my room as it was, just to get the pleasure of opening them to the imperfect tidiness of it all.

Just watched Juno on DVD. So so good.
Witty, funny, beautifully filmed. Loved the casting too.

So back to the mess. What have I unmessed?
Did a few cupboards in the kitchen.
Working on the clothes rail in the bedroom.
Is it worth keeping some beautiful dresses that I haven't worn in 15 years? They are almost vintage. SO sad to see the moth damage. Damn moths.

About me.
My name is Carolyn.
I have 3 children.
Sometimes I look at them and think..
how did you lot get here?
Often I look at them and my heart melts, at their individual beautiful quirky selves.


I take pictures, make little films, do a bit of art and for b&b do some work with teachers and kids.
My life is very full. I love snow.
I love John too.