Saturday, 17 June 2017


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Afon: at the fish and chip shop, with his mop of wild hair.

Roan: not taken very well to his sun hat.

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

Dressing Little Boys

The inequality of the sexes swings both ways; as the mother of two boys, it's difficult to find an affordable selection of little boy clothes that suit our tastes and needs.  More often than not, I am looking outside of the local resources to find clothing that is sweet and childlike and that doesn't scream "I'm branded a boy by my society."  I crave what I call the "Christopher Robin look," at least for the earlier ages.  Gender neutral play clothes that are made of comfortable, sustainable fabrics that won't break the bank.  Rompers, bodysuits, tights, and bonnets are a few things in high demand but short supply.

Well, that's just me.  But I think other mothers of boys can agree that the selection just isn't there like it is for girl-children.

Afon wears uniforms for most of the week and much of the year, so he only needs a few mix-and-matchers in his wardrobe; some long-wearing trousers and an assortment of tops that are easy to layer do the trick.  Roan has more variety modeled around the same principle: less items that can be switched up to be worn in a variety of ways.  For example, he only has two sweaters for the entire summer (one to wash and one to wear), along with a raincoat.  Afon has one sweater, and two raincoats, which are not part of his uniform.  Shirts are switched up with different shorts and trousers to make fresh looks (and to assure teachers and other nosy parties that yes we do wash their clothing--daily!).

I told someone once that I enjoy dressing my children like turn-of-the-century peasants.  In truth, I just pick out what attracts me.  Soon enough, they'll be making their own decisions about what to wear, and I will have to put up with the Sponge Bob logo graphic tee, whether I like it or not.

(The horror.)

Monday, 12 June 2017


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Roan: still a bit too small for his tricycle.

Sunday, 21 May 2017


"A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2017."

Thursday, 18 May 2017


Seeing // the blue of late evening tinged with fluorescent pink at 9:35 pm at night.  The waxing time of light is so promising.

Smelling // the overpowering scent of hyacinth mixed with tulips on the mantle.  Every time I enter the room, I think of Padre Pio's fragrant wounds.

Hearing // the sound of the washing machine tempered only by the sweet silence of sleeping children at the end of a fulfilling day.

Tasting // shandy from our early afternoon visit to the pub with John--first time I've been in years!  We were free this afternoon for two hours after a canceled appointment (at the manor house-turned-government-offices above) and had nothing on, so we played a few games of pool.

Reading // about the Trinity and the Gospel of John, brushing up on my very shabby Christology for my Bible study with the Jehovah's Witnesses.

Writing // in my bullet journal, which is sating my need for creativity in short bursts at the moment.

Remembering // The Confirmation I'd the honor of attending as a sponsor last night.

Loving // the tidiness of the house and my husband for working so hard to clean it today!

Praying // for my Confirmee, for his protection and blessing by Blessed Pier Giorgio, for the Jehovah's Witnesses, for babies looking to be born any day now.

Wishing // for a house on the shore of Anglesey, looking across to the misted mountains.