Saturday, 17 March 2018

Tommy's first airplane adventure

Nowadays, my definition of time tends to be split into two parts - before Tommy and after Tommy. Affectionately hereafter abbreviated as, BT and AT.
BT, I used to go out. A lot.
AT, I rarely set foot outside the house without small child. (Apart from my commitment to the work place, which alas is compulsory to enable us to afford life.)
Not that I'm complaining. I am now with the opinion of, going out is overrated.
AT, Mark and I barely venture out together either, without small child. If my memory serves me well, AT we have participated in one wedding reception, one all day wedding (no kids allowed), and one very nice meal at Indian restaurant with friends. That's all folks.
Not that Mark and I mind one tiny bit. We are fortunate in the fact we have friends in similar positions, "Bring the kids!" they all say. Or, sometimes, only sometimes mind you, we socialise without each other.
Mark and I may not actually be bothered about date nights and such, but one date we have promised to always celebrate and make a fuss of - our wedding anniversary. And we are perfectly happy to share this with Tommy. In fact, it wouldn't be the same without him.
For our 5th anniversary we decided to visit Portugal again, which just happens to be where Mark proposed to me, and also coincided with Tommy's first airplane adventure.
Would you like to see my pictures of? I shall show them anyway.

The night before the airplane adventure to Portugal, we stayed at hotel near airport, due to very early morning flight. It was a charming hotel, stunning grounds, albeit noisy.

Have I got the best sister-in-law ever? Prosecco and card displayed in room, upon arrival.

And it was a huge room. Did I mention it was noisy? It was fine though, Tommy was beside himself with excitement every time we heard a plane, which was approximately every two minutes.

Tommy showing the camera his transformer.

Tommy and his first airplane.

Our fab apartment in Portugal.

Tommy made a friend. On day 1 she was shaking her head and saying no to his dance moves. Luckily on day 2 she forgave him.

And he made friends on the beach. Tommy is very cautious around adults but ever so friendly with kids. i like that.

Taxi to the old town.

Old town by night.

Our 5th wedding anniversary meal. Couldn't get them both to look at the camera at the same time.

Other nights out in Portugal.

Homeward bound, he skips when he's happy. I love it when he skips.

Friday, 2 March 2018

Welcome to Scarlet Moss Vintage

Welcome to Scarlet Moss Vintage. All items are genuine vintage and all information is to the best of my knowledge. As all items are pre-loved, please allow for their past life.

I love discovering my treasures, and I can't help feeling a little excited when wrapping them for my customers.

Be yours a Christmastide of joy and gladness. My Christmas message and picture, on my Instagram page and Etsy shop.

Bonne Annee. My happy new year picture on my Instagram page and Etsy shop. Incidentally, this is a vintage postcard, written in French, and was one of my free January gifts to a customer. She was over the moon with her purchase and her free gift. She wrote to me to personally thank me, and posted a wonderful review, it made my day that she appreciated the postcard and the vanity set.

My little shop is blooming. My thank you cards to my customers.

My valentines picture on my Instagram page and currently on my Etsy shop.

It's safe to say I'm loving the world of Scarlet Moss Vintage. For in the midst of our lives, we must find the magic which makes our souls soar.

Saturday, 24 February 2018

Superheroes and friends

Because it currently feels as if life is set at top speed, I wanted to remember all the little moments that have passed since the beginning of the year. Happy memories with my Tommy.
It's been cold, but it's been fun. And there's been a lot of children's parties.

New Years Eve at my sister-in-laws. Just look at all those kiddies.

The day Tommy wanted to dress as the Gruffalo.

The first children's party of the year. Tommy thoroughly enjoyed the slide. I spent most of the time hiding from some of the adults. The thing with your son attending a nursery at the town you grew up in, you know too many people.

Another children's party. This was my friend Sophie's daughter's birthday. I used to work with Sophie and we used to jump around to The Prodigy on her sofa. Now we meet at kid's parties. This was a good party, I drank Prosecco.

I love this photo purely for the fact I used to do this with hula hoops.

This is George's superheroes party. George is Tommy's best friend at nursery, he's dressed as Iron Man in this photo and he doesn't look very impressed. We also gave up trying to get everyone to look at the camera at the same time.

Optimus Prime. Otherwise known as Tommy.

This is what happens when you ask Tommy to smile nicely at the camera. This was the night our friends around the corner and our friends in the next town came to dinner. It was such a fabulous evening. You know one of those nights you think about for ages afterwards, and goes far too quickly at the time? It was one of those nights.

So that was January and February.
March, I'm coming to get you!
Please be kind. And warmer.

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

I am an advocate

I am an advocate. And I am rare. Apparently only one percent of the population am I. Now that's pretty rare.
I know this is true because I took a personality test via the Internet.
I thought it would be fun, I had a spare five minutes whilst Tommy was splashing in the bath, pretending he was Bubble Monster.
Allow me to set the scene.
Tommy was continually shouting,"I am Bubble Monster!"
I was frantically trying to clean the bathroom, dress myself, catch up on social media, and ponder over my next Blog post, all at the same time.
Catch up on social media won the battle. I was seduced by the personality test, because quite frankly I am always fascinated by the human mind and behaviour, and I have been flirting with this idea for a blog post.
Yes you can stick your technology (even though I work for an engineering and technology based publishing firm, how ironic), it's emotions that do it for me. There are various training courses at work which have been offered, yet I confess to a low interest in new software and a high enthusiasm for people skills.
Particularly as recently there has been an awful lot of conflict in the office. It's really tested my boundaries as I hate conflict. Unfortunately, it aint possible to sail through life without dealing with stuff you're not comfortable with.
It's become even more apparent in my life recently that I am a people pleaser. Oh I am my happiest when inflicting happiness on others. Scarlet Moss Vintage is a fantastic example of this - I am in my element wrapping purchases for others and literally beaming with pride when I receive a review.
So, as I am still learning about myself (isn't it great that at the grand old age of 44 I can still do this!), and due to the fact I am trying my hardest to resolve issues at work, for others and myself, I delved right into that test on Google.

Here are the results:
Introverted 68%
Intuitive 78%
Feeling 93%
Judging 54%
Turbulent 68%
Role: Diplomat
Strategy: Constant improvement

The INFJ personality type is very rare, making up less than one percent of the population, but they nonetheless leave their mark on the world. As Diplomats, they have an inborn sense of idealism and morality, but what sets them apart is the accompanying Judging (J) trait – INFJs are not idle dreamers, but people capable of taking concrete steps to realize their goals and make a lasting positive impact.

INFJs tend to see helping others as their purpose in life, but while people with this personality type can be found engaging rescue efforts and doing charity work, their real passion is to get to the heart of the issue so that people need not be rescued at all.
INFJ personality
Help Me Help You
INFJs indeed share a unique combination of traits: though soft-spoken, they have very strong opinions and will fight tirelessly for an idea they believe in. They are decisive and strong-willed, but will rarely use that energy for personal gain – INFJs will act with creativity, imagination, conviction and sensitivity not to create advantage, but to create balance. Egalitarianism and karma are very attractive ideas to INFJs, and they tend to believe that nothing would help the world so much as using love and compassion to soften the hearts of tyrants.

Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.

Martin Luther King
INFJs find it easy to make connections with others, and have a talent for warm, sensitive language, speaking in human terms, rather than with pure logic and fact. It makes sense that their friends and colleagues will come to think of them as quiet Extraverted types, but they would all do well to remember that INFJs need time alone to decompress and recharge, and to not become too alarmed when they suddenly withdraw. INFJs take great care of other’s feelings, and they expect the favor to be returned – sometimes that means giving them the space they need for a few days.

Live to Fight Another Day
Really though, it is most important for INFJs to remember to take care of themselves. The passion of their convictions is perfectly capable of carrying them past their breaking point and if their zeal gets out of hand, they can find themselves exhausted, unhealthy and stressed. This becomes especially apparent when INFJs find themselves up against conflict and criticism – their sensitivity forces them to do everything they can to evade these seemingly personal attacks, but when the circumstances are unavoidable, they can fight back in highly irrational, unhelpful ways.

To INFJs, the world is a place full of inequity – but it doesn’t have to be. No other personality type is better suited to create a movement to right a wrong, no matter how big or small. INFJs just need to remember that while they’re busy taking care of the world, they need to take care of themselves, too.

And there you have it, dear readers. Quite frankly this is all so unbelievably true.
I think I understand myself on an even bigger scale now.
If you need me, I'm going to try and take care of myself too, as suggested above. I've been neglecting this recently. I'm going to give it my best shot anyway. Wish me luck.
I'll let you know how I get on.

Sunday, 28 January 2018

Are you bonkers?

"Are you bonkers?" asked I, in a rather aghast manner, to my friend.
Please allow me to enlighten you, I wasn't being sarcastic, or unkind, she is not really bonkers.
I was just stunned by her declaration for her love of January.
Because I hate January. The month where Christmas is officially over, and I must troop back to work with my tail between my legs.
January is the month I finally weigh myself and immediately regret it (and all the Christmas food I willingly scoffed).
It's the time where weather is gloomy, my health is usually poor, and my bank balance is ridiculously low.
"I love January, because I'm busy making plans and organising myself," said friend, clearly defending herself and my horror.
Hey, did someone mention planning and organising?
I love doing that!
So maybe I had this January lark all wrong.
Okay, it was time to spin it on its head, wear my rose coloured glasses, and look at it through another dimension.
Therefore, I found myself buying a 2018 life diary (it has stickers for reminders!) and a 2018 budget book, for my receipts for Scarlet Moss Vintage (I've stopped stressing about loosing them!). Plus superhero storage bags for Tommy's new toys. I was beginning to feel a little excited regarding my new love for an old predicament.
Especially after husband and I booked our Cornwall summer holiday, a 70th birthday weekend, and a pizza and cocktail night with friends (I am learning cocktails and ordering pizza condiments!).
Wow, I'm glad someone mentioned planning and organising.
I've also discussed my new proposal with work, in preparation for Tommy starting school in September. It's been a huge weight off my shoulders and was better received than I expected.
Yup, I've been so occupied with doing stuff that I forgot to despise January.
Now, I know I am not alone in my grumbles towards the first month of the year, thus, I've enticed customers into Scarlet Moss Vintage with a free new year gift. I think it's worked anyway, as it's been a record month as far as sales are concerned. And if I've cheered others with my new focus, then my work is done.
Happy New Year, dear readers.
I think it’s going to be a good 'un.

Thursday, 28 December 2017

Oh December how I love thee so

Oh December how I love thee so, even though you did bring snow.

A visit to Santa's grotto, "Be good, he's watching," became my motto.

Baking cakes and making decorations, stuffing my face with chocolate celebrations.

The elf on the shelf, and a Christmas fair, as many traditions as I dare.

And just like that it was Christmas eve, a magical night for all to believe.

"He's been!" Oh the wonder of Christmas day, and I hope that many pleasures came your way.