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Reader, do you like work? Want to find something to make it a bit more bearable? Then may I introduce to you The Office Bake Off. yes its a simple idea but by God does it work. Inspired by last seasons Great British Bake Off we started one in my office and crikey does it make paid employment that bit more bearable. And you get guaranteed cake at work every week which has got to be a winner. Here’s my rules to a happy workplace:

Banana and raisin cakes, made by my own fair hands

1) Set up a spreadsheet with every week for the next few months

2) Send round a hassley ‘Do you like cake?!’ style email, note, it helps to prep a work place friend to yell out very loudly ‘Oh! I love cake! Lets all do a bake off and anyone who doesn’t join in is rubbish!’ as soon as aforementioned email is sent  View Post

I don’t do New Years Resolutions. As far as I see it, I’m not doing that much that I need to give up, heck, I’m a preachers wife so it’s not like I’m flogging crack outside the local primary school. Likewise I don’t want to wait until New Year to pull my finger out and get some things done. So here’s a bucket list to get me through the autumn as the nights are drawing in. A mini mission statement to keep me going.

1) Sell enough things to justify how much I’m doing in Cooksons at the moment. This week I’ve taken a commission for one of my annealed bracelets (WHOOP!!!!) however I also did £46 and don’t have much to show for it. I have therefore promised myself that I daren’t go near internet shopping until I’ve made that £46 quid back.  View Post

Parenting is a funny old job that never fails to pull something out the bag to surprise you when you least expect it. Lets take this week. It’s Sunday night, the child is in bed, the husband and I are having a well earned glass of wine and, being super dooper efficient for the first time in ages, I have not only bought the ingredients for this weeks attempt to get my son to eat, but as per the instructions I am soaking the beans the night before in a super-smug way that I had previously thought was well out of reach for my normally haphazard existence.

Then the boy wakes up. Not good, I am busy drinking aforementioned Well Earned glass of wine. Child still awake. Go into see child. Child is then sick for the next three hours. My poor little boy who has never been sick before and who was so un-sicky as a child that my muslin clothes are still in the packet they were bought in. Parenting is all about being able to suck up the wild-cards, I spent the night sleeping on his floor.  View Post

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Friday was not a great day in the Crafts on Sea household. I’d had a shoddy week at work and was looking forward to a day off, but with the small thing continuing to wake up at stupid-o-clock he was stressed due to being over tired, I was stressed due to being over tired and then of course along comes the mummy guilt for not being 100% fun all day and not being to make the little fellow 100% happy.

And the weather was rubbish too.

So of course soup is the answer to a stressful day, a big warm hug in a bowl. Except I didn’t have any in the cupboard.

Soup has always struck me as one of those things that ‘other women’ make. You know the kind I mean. Tidy houses. Kids that don’t scream at you to watch cbeebies. People who do the gardening while wearing a Joules dress. It looks like a lot of effort for not that much gain. However, as quite often in the case, I was wrong.  View Post