Getting back to who I really am.

I'm an old-fashioned girl at heart, love the simple pure things in life but coming from a very pushy family I lost who I was somewhere along the way. I'm done with that. I've recently started baking and not only do I feel happier but my little boy is much happier. I've actually been able to organise my presses how I want them, I'll admit not entirely practical but it's how I want it. My son has his own little presses that he can rummage in and I don't have to worry. I was sick to death of my mother coming in and putting my ornaments in "better" positions when in my eyes they were more dangerous and putting them right where Donal could grab them. I want Donal to able to interact with his environment so yes I do position my bits and pieces where they are still there to be admired but out of his reach.

I have the extra plates and cups etc put up high so I can have my baking equipment at a nice level for me since I'm not that tall. I don't see what the problem is with that as how many cups and plates are going to be used in one day. I think she is starting to see why I do what I do.

Excuse the painfully whingy opening but I'm going through a wierd sort of personal therapy getting back to my own roots and fixing my relationship with my partner and giving my son a happier childhood now that I'm resisting being pushed into my mother's idea of what I should be. And now she's relaxing we are getting on better.

I am also relearning how to knit and after that it's on to crochet etc. I haven't felt this happy in years (properly happy) not just fleeting moments of happiness caused by other people but happy in my own skin.

If you wish to follow my adventures in learning to bake, knit and basically become a more down to earth natural person you are very welcome to come along for the ride.