Tagged: bench

For a Perfect Wedding Photo use a Brown Wicker Bench with Foot Stool

There is a ‘lovely’ photograph of me, thankfully in a box in my parents roof space, sitting on a bench with my sister at my Grandma’s second wedding. The reason why it is so ‘delightful’ is that we had the sun glaring into our eyes and everyone was telling us to look up and smile. This did not, however, have any effect. Nor did the bride of extra ice-cream. Our faces were firmly fixed – one in a scowl and the other in a grimace. Why would we be so on such a happy day… Why indeed? The reason is that we were sitting on something that I like to call ‘Sick Bench Syndrome’. I’m sure you know what I mean. This tired old piece...

Recycled Plastic Porch Swing

I have just spent a pleasant three nights decorating my 11 year old son’s bedroom while he was away with my parents. We did warn him that this would happen so it wasn’t a huge surprise when he got home, and we even told him what color we were using. Although maybe we missed a chance there… “Hey son, welcome home – look I’ve painted your room. You do like pink don’t you?” Mind you he’s so laid back that he wouldn’t have reacted too much. Especially as anything is better than the purple he’s been living with since we moved here 5 years ago. “Don’t worry son – we’ll be moving soon. This is just a short term let…” I’m always confused by the...

Multi Purpose Patio

Family life, well any life of co-existing, involves a lot of sharing – of space, of stuff, of conversation time. For example – sharing who has the remote control to pick the next TV program, sharing the bathroom (don’t get me started on that disaster… ok, as you ask) There are 3 rules to using the bathroom… SHARE – others need it too so don’t hog the mirror or have a three hour shower CARE – clean up, tidy up, respect the space USER BEWARE – Ideal world when care has been done, but with kids… need I say more. Digression over There are lots of things in the house that need sharing. Due to the size of our not very big patio (she laughs…...

Where do you put your Coffee?

It’s only the beginning of week two of the holidays and already I’m starting to need just five minutes to escape. Now don’t get me wrong, I love my boys with a passion that is quite scary… but, by golly somedays… Today was a someday. And even though they were both playing so beautifully together, and yet apart, I just got that school holidays claustrophobic feeling. You know the feeling… That need to breath my own air (not helped by junior having beans for dinner), that need to think an adult thought or two (like what’s for dinner, what’s on TV tonight, what happened in the book I was reading), that need to sit in absolute silence without even hearing the sound of anyone else...

That Tune Just gets Under your Skin

Do you ever find yourself stuck with a tune going round and round in your head? Don’t know why I asked, really, because I know you do. And it’s usually one of the following. The last song you hear before you leave the house; The annoying one off an advert; The one your husband sings in the shower; The one where someone says a word and your crazy brain finds out a song that has that word in it and… you’re doomed. The worst thing is… It’s always, without fail, the worst song ever. Nothing that you would actually ever confess to liking. And it just Won’t go AWAY! I’ve been looking at garden chairs, and in particular swing seats and rocking chairs a lot...

Perfect Swimming Weather

It’s been a soggy old wet day here today. “Great weather for ducks” is how my Gran would refer to it (although ducks actually hate the rain). Anyways, as far as I am concerned, a day like today is perfect weather for an outdoor swim – whether in a pool, river or the sea. Seriously. I mean it. If you’ve not tried it then go for it. The only snag is getting dry afterwards – but then that’s a hassle whatever the weather. I discovered this kind of swimming on one of my extended holidays with my Aunt. About three miles from her house was a neglected outdoor swimming pool – filled with echoes of days of yore. From the wooden changing rooms with the...

The Truth – Who a Bench is Really For.

In a moment of quietness today, in-between the toddler’s umpteenth temper tantrum and the elder son’s attack of the giggles, I thought it would be nice to grab a slurp of my coffee from the bench outside. It’s not in a particularly glamorous spot but it is away from small people, big people, all people really. Just the place to catch my breath before returning into the fray. As stealthy as the best of crooks, I sneaked out the back-door to the bench, careful to make sure the door-hinges didn’t creak or the door bang (to prevent eagle ears toddler from the MUMMY I WANT YOU shout). Anyways, there I was, gleefully thinking of my quiet time when – lo and behold – someone had...

5 Step Guide to Finding the Perfect Place for your Outdoor Dining Table

Today, toddler and I went on a bus ride to the local indoor play barn. I’m not quite sure which bit for him was the most exciting. Maybe it was the play barn (which is his second favorite thing in the world), or the bus journey (which is his favorite thing in the world)… but today I think all things might have been outdone by the excitement of sitting on a bench at the bus stop for 20 minutes watching the traffic go past. This may seem like a bore to a grown-up but to a three year old it is an exciting time. You start by climbing on the bench and then jumping up and down and crawling along it. You investigate underneath it...

Location is Key

We have lived in our house for nearly 5 years and most days one of us will walk alongside the busy road to the local supermarket. Jostling for air with buses, trains, cars and delivery lorries, whilst keeping the toddler under close supervision as he is always considered a ‘flight risk’! So, imagine our joy when last week my husband decided to investigate a dodgy looking pathway behind the shops next to the supermarket-trolley laden, stinky stream rather than risking the gauntlet going roadside… And yes, it actually turned out to be joy! Who would have thought that only yards away from the start of his adventure he would discover that the dodgy path entered fields of green filled with wild flowers, hedgerows bursting with bird...