I love you because…

Desperate for a creative way to celebrate our fifth wedding anniversary, I took to Pinterest for inspiration.

Traditionally (and I’m not sure who made this up), the fifth year of marriage is meant to be celebrated with a gift made of wood. Don’t worry, I haven’t taken up carpentry. This is what I’ve made… <proud face>

photo frame

 

What I purchased to make this:

– 8x10in Wooden photo frame £12.99 TK Maxx
– Natural linen burlap/ grain sack fabric from £3 Etsy
– Reynolds Freezer Paper £5.38 Amazon (I couldn’t find this anywhere else online – if you happen to be in the US, pop to WalMart – will be a lot cheaper!)

Method:

1. Cut out the fabric and freezer paper to the size of an A4 sheet of paper, to ensure your printer will take.

2. Iron the fabric so remove the creases, and then match up with the freezer paper (with the plastic side facing the fabric) and iron. Make sure the fabric is facing down and you’re ironing on the freezer paper. It’s important you get this right, as otherwise you’ll end up ruining your iron!

3. Once the freezer paper is stuck to the fabric, trim off any loose edges.

4. Now time to choose some whacky fonts (if you’re not happy with the standard ones). I used Sunshine in my Soul and Return to Sender on Da Font, as recommended by this blogger.

5. I used Photoshop, but you can use any application to type your text. Make sure the font is big, and the text is centralised. Remember the size of the paper is most probably bigger than the size of your frame.

6. When you’re good to go, feed the fabric/freezer paper to your printer and print! I’ve got a standard HP Deskjet printer – you can use any printer to do this (believe me, mine is not fancy at all).

7. Once you’re done, trim the fabric/freezer paper to the size of your frame. Peel off the freezer paper gently and snip off any frayed edges.

8. Add it to your frame and voilà. All you need now is a whiteboard pen to write lovely messages :)

photo frame

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A facepalm situation.

facepalm statueI did something unforgivable yesterday. Although the funny thing is, he forgave me and I kind of knew he would.

Last night I succumbed and purchased tickets to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory the Musical for June next year. I had been umming and arring for the past couple of months about whether booking in 2012 for 2013 was actually too far in advance, who knows what plans may arise in the next seven months. But I used my sister’s birthday as an excuse and went ahead with it. I went to bed happily thinking I had ticked another box on my list, and even more chuffed that I received £10 off each ticket because I booked within the month the play was opening.

It was not until this morning whilst I was waiting for my train, I decided to jot down the date of the musical in my diary. At this point, the look of horror spread across my face as I realised I booked the musical on my wedding anniversary. <insert facepalm emoticon>

It took a diary entry to remind me it was my wedding anniversary, and if I hadn’t of checked, I probably would have remained oblivious. I even had a think about what’s happening in June before choosing the tickets, making sure I didn’t book it on the weekend of my FIL’s birthday. Maybe this whole fiasco makes me a terrible wife, but I may possibly score brownie points with the in-laws as a result – silver lining and all that.

I called DH, very apologetic and all, but luckily he didn’t mind too much. He did point out that if the situation was reversed, I would have been furious with him – he’s not wrong. I could have gone into a tirade about how his overly relaxed reaction must actually mean he was the terrible one… But I didn’t.

So I’ve spent all day screaming trying to rectify the situation by sitting on hold to See Tickets. Thankfully, they sympathised and didn’t laugh at my stupidity (at least not that I could hear). They allowed me to rebook the tickets for a different date and refund the original tickets. Eeee.

Hurrah! All is well with the world again.

First Class.

My amazing husband achieved a remarkable First Class BSc Honours in Politics and International Relations today and I am ever so proud of him. I had it hard when I finished my degree, what with the birth of our baby boy during the Christmas break of my final year and managing to continue without taking time out. However, my husband’s experience proved even tougher.

During my final year and DH’s second year, DS only needed to be fed, changed and put to sleep; it was difficult but fairly manageable with dedication and team work. DS has topped that by single-handedly juggling the role of stay-at-home dad to a demanding toddler, whilst finishing his final year. I helped as much as I could when I was not posing as the breadwinner, but ultimately DH has had the bulk of DS’ upbringing. DS’ constant need for attention and play gradually lessened his available study time, so it has been a worrying few months for us.

I am so overjoyed that he has been awarded a First Class, not only for his academia, but for all his extraordinary effort. First Class father, husband and academic. He really and truly deserves it.

Women of the stone age.

I had an interview today and the kind of questions they asked required me to justify my intentions as to why it is I want to work. It begs the debate; should a woman resign herself to her children and her husband, or are women equally as capable to be the breadwinner?

The conventional view that women are best suited in the home and men need to venture out and feel like they’re the provider, is very outdated. Traditionally women need to stay at home to breastfeed, but in our modern day, we are able to express or use formula milk as a substitute. I do not understand this stone age view that a woman should be subjected to the home; personally, speaking as a human-being, these four walls will not suffice. Let’s face it, we’re not martyrs. Our children do not expect us to sacrifice ourselves for them, and it is possible to raise them successfully whilst working.

I want to start working because I want to be successful in my own right. I do not think a woman can be fully complacent with her life if she has nothing more than her home. Of course DS will always have the best upbringing, by myself or my husband, so he shouldn’t notice whether it’s mummy or daddy who earns the bucks.

Lets not forget about the man in all this. For families where there is a father, it is perfectly acceptable for a man to play a role in the house. I don’t think a household should be dictated by social norms, and if a man wants to be a house husband and the wife is fine to work, whose to judge their decision?