The First Day

This morning, my baby started school.

No. That's not right.

This morning, my baby started creche.

I've been so fortunate in my time as a parent, that I haven't had to send him out for childcare. Instead, my mother watches him when I go to work. All two days of it. 

But as he's got older, I've felt that he needs friends of his own age. He has some, that visit the house, and some that live nearby. But I've imagined him with countless friends, his cheeks flushed from laughter, running out the school gates to tell me his days news.

This morning, my baby started creche.

He woke early, excited for the day ahead. Dressed and ready well before time, we were there early for once. Shy at first, he wasn't long digging into a box of dinosaurs, and trying to befriend a little girl sitting nearby. 

It pained me to leave. To see my little boy sitting there without me, without family for the first time. I could see through the window he was still playing with dinosaurs, lining them up along the edge of the table. He'll be fine. He'll be fine. He'll be fine. A mantra beating through me.

This morning, my baby started creche.

And I've been counting minutes until I can collect him. It does get easier, right?


Catch Up // Rose of Tralee Festival and more

Love it, hate it, never heard of it, the Rose of Tralee never fails to bring a crowd to this little town of mine. For those of you who haven't heard of the Rose of Tralee Festival, it's an international event that's a bit like a small scale beauty pageant, except the girls personalities are judged. Think Father Ted's "Lovely Girls", without the lovely bottoms. The woman who is crowned the Rose is chosen based on how "lovely and fair" she is, as in the song, and who the judges deem most likely to be the best ambassador for the festival and Ireland in the following year.

But for the rest of us, it's usually just an excuse to spend the weekend being drunk on the streets, at all hours of the day and night, while listening to music on stages set up around the town. So it can be a little messy, but it's also the only time of the year that the town shows any real sort of unity. Except for when we're gearing up for the All Ireland, but that's another story.

This year, was a little different for me, however. Firstly, we had Caelen's third birthday. That's a post in itself though! After a birthday BBQ in the house for all the family on the day of his birthday, we took him and his friends to an indoor play centre the following day. Lets just say we were a little exhausted after it all!

I also changed up my hair a little. Which involved the shop I normally buy my dye from being closed, and I panicked and ended up mixing together all the dye I had at home. Luckily, it came out somewhat bright!

The highlight of the Saturday evening of the Festival is a parade, filled with Roses on floats and marching bands, followed by a fireworks display. That little guy of mine was definitely a fan of both, he was completely mesmerised the whole evening. Also, excuse the strange face I'm making in the FIRST picture we have of us as a family. Caelen is quite heavy now, my back was clearly not up to the challenge. That's a smile of pain I tell you!

Over the course of the festival weekend, Tommie's grandfather passed away. Instead of Caelen going around the house searching for Tommie while he was with his family, we ended up taking a million and one selfies and having a fun hour or two to distract him.  Anything but watch another episode of that bloody Peppa Pig!

So, even though this was technically after the Rose of Tralee, I couldn't not include it in a catch up post. I mean, how cute is he? I got an order on my Inked Hibiscus Designs page to make a minion hat for a minion themed hen party, and couldn't resist trying it on Caelen. Needless to say, I've started on his very own minion hat now. It'll be so cute for when he starts school!


The Night Of The Power Cut

Last night started like any normal night. Caelen went to bed, as usual. Armed with his cuddly toys, we was asleep in no time, as usual. A quick dinner and a change of clothes later, and I met a friend for a nighttime walk and a natter. So far, so normal.

Until I got the text. The power was out. Not just in our house, not just on our street, but almost half the town. I will admit, I panicked. I had 14% battery on my phone, and I have a really bad habit of having little to no battery on my laptop at any given time.

Instead of conserving my phone battery like any rational person would, I took to Twitter and Facebook. You know, being a social media addict and all. All the while, the walking beard gathered supplies. Candles, battery operated fairy lights, drinks, Monopoly. Yep, Monopoly. Not being a huge lover of board games, I'd never played it before. 

Inked Hibiscus Monopoly night lights

And so, with such a rosemantic setting, we played a vicious game. Or you know, as vicious as teaching me how to play Monopoly can be. Until halfway through the game, when the power came back on, Caelen woke up, and I decided my back was too achy to plough on through the game.
But it did make me realise how much time I waste every night. Scrolling through newsfeeds and timelines, reading crap online, playing games on my phone (FYI - I'm currently obsessed with Little Alchemy and Fallout Shelter - try them, they're fun!).

I think a technology free night is in order once a week or so. Just to plug out of social media, and enjoy the simpler things in life. Like reading a book, or finishing some crochet projects without distraction, or another board game. Or you know, building a fort and camping out for a few hours. Which sounds pretty good right about now.


Tayto Park Adventures - The Smallie Edition

Have you heard of Taytos? As Ireland's number one crisp manufacturer (I'm assuming), as a child, I thought all crisps were called Taytos. Even know, years later, I'll often say I'm grabbing a "bag of Taytos" when I mean a completely different crisp.
Tayto Park logo
Tangent aside, back in 2012 Ireland's first theme park, Tayto Park, opened. My parents brought my youngest brother there just after they opened, and were impressed. So impressed, that with a couple of days off work, it was their first port of call. Naturally, I asked if Caelen and I could tag along.
Set in the grounds next to the Tayto factory in Ashbourne, Co. Meath, Tayto Park is a sprawling wonderland. With an emphasis on Irish culture, with some Native American influences, and Mr. Tayto of course, there's something for everyone. I was wary that there wouldn't be enough to keep Caelen entertained all day, but I shouldn't have been so worried.
Tayto Park

With playgrounds and rides specifically for the smallies in your life, mazes, a large selection of animals in the park zoo, face painting, bright colours and music pumped throughout the park, this little boy was delighted to spend the day in Tayto Park. 

Tayto Park tiger face paint

The meercats, in particular, were a hit. I mean, it is pretty hard not to find them ridiculously cute. Caelen was amazed to see them standing up on hind legs, and laughed when they poked their little noses out through the holes in the cardboard box they were hiding in. I found it hard to tear myself away from their enclosure too, though.

Tayto Park meerkats

Another hit on the day was the Pony Rail. Having already been on something similar during last years Rose of Tralee festival, Caelen was only raring to jump on a horse and play cowboy. Tip - if your smallie wants more than one ride, it might be a good idea to get one of the wristbands. In Caelen's case, it was €15 well spent!

Tayto Park Pony Rail ride

Unfortunately, I didn't get many more photos of the day. I had lugged my camera along with me, with the intention of taking a million and one snaps, but at the end of the day, I was more interested in spending the time as a family, rather than behind the lens.

All in all, it was a fantastic day out for everyone. If you're wondering about whether to bring your small kids or not, I'd say go for it! Under 2's have free entry, and if it's a fine day, there's plenty of space for a picnic lunch.

Have you been to Tayto Park? Did you enjoy it?



Blogging // What my blog means to me

Over the years, I've read a thousand and one posts about blogging. I think everyone with an interest in having, or maintaining, a blog has. But, I decided to throw my two cents into the pot for good measure.
For me, blogging is a hugely personal thing. Even the most simple of my posts have some sort of a personal aspect to them. I know, I know, I tend to overshare. Sue me. I rarely post reviews, or have flashy products showcased on my blog. Usually, it's just me, my little boy, and my crafts. A diary, of sorts, of things I've done and places I've been to, with a smattering of feelings and thoughts thrown in for good measure.
I'm not looking for fame and glory. I don't want to be the next Zoella. Even if no one reads my posts, bar my super supportive boyfriend, they will always be there as a reminder of the last few years. 
Through this little blog, and the one I used to have before this one, I've met some wonderful people. Girls, and guys, that I now regard as friends. I've had some pretty cool opportunities come my way. I've regained some of the confidence I'd lost over the years.
I want to stay true to myself. I want to blog about what's happened in my life, without sugar coating. Too many times, I've read someone's blog, and realised that there was more to things behind the story they were telling. In fact, I used to do this all the time on my old blog, rather than face the fact things were going pear shaped in real life. While I do agree that some things need to be kept private, I don't want readers to have to try to read between the lines.

At the end of the day, however, this blog is just a hobby. Something I feel I can come to when I want to write, and not feel guilty when I don't post. I don't want this to become a space I feel is mandatory in my life. While I do enjoy posting pretty regularly, I don't want it to be the be all and end all. But, really, there's nothing like lounging on a comfy bed, surrounded by notebooks filled with thoughts and ideas, and writing a post or two.

Through keeping Inked Hibiscus alive for the last year, I've learned a lot. I'm really bad at routines. I want to learn how to take better photographs. I like people, some of them quite a lot. I like having this little space, long may it continue.

To everyone that pops in, thank you. I appreciate it all, and it makes this little hobby of mine even more special.


Three Things

1. It's no secret I love taking pictures of Caelen. Granted, my photos are less than stellar, but every now and then, I take one that I'm insanely happy with. Like this one for instance. Having a little helper while taking photos for this post, turned into a mini photoshoot with my little love. He's gone from someone who ran from the camera (just like his mama there), to asking me to take his photo. And look at the little poser, he makes my heart melt!

2. Today, in a moment of madness, I signed up for a new ladies soccer team. Apart from a brief stint last year where I wanted to take up running - and even tried it for a few weeks before giving up - , and a couple of 30 Day Shred efforts, I haven't done any exercise since primary school, back when I was eleven. I've been saying for a while I wanted to get fitter, and I'm hoping that by training with other people I'll stick with it. We have our first training session on Thursday evening, and I'm terrified already. Why did I think this was a good idea? Keep an eye on my Instagram and Snapchat (both "inkedhibiscus") to keep up with my terror!

3. I've been feeling quite content recently, which is probably the main reason I've felt like blogging again. I find that when I'm down, or stressed, I don't want to write, for fear of getting too personal. But sometimes, you have to take yourself aside, and push away those negative vibes. I've been feeling a lot more positive, reminding myself that what will happen, will happen. A scrub down of the whole house, rearranging the cupboards, and buying pretty blooms make everything seem brighter, even if the weather isn't cooperating. 


DIY Costume - The Comic Book

I have a love/hate relationship with costumes. I love them, but they cost so much, and everyone ends up looking exactly the same. Not ideal when you have a love of crafts and standing out. A couple of weeks ago, Tommie and I got invited to a costume party, exactly a week before my friends wedding. With that in mind, I had to find the cheapest costume in the world. 
With a superhero theme for the night, I racked my brain for ideas. Ever since I was young, I've loved dressing up, and making my own or customising costumes. I searched Pinterest for homemade costume ideas, before realising that all of the female superhero/villians wore short, skintight costumes. No thank you!
But what to all these characters have in common? Yep, they are all in comic books. And there was my costume right there. I was going to go as a comic book, in some shape or form. Keeping costs to a minimum, I decided to wear a little black dress that I've had in the wardrobe for years, and to focus on accessories.

I decoupaged an old pair of shoes, with some PVA glue from my craft stash and a roll of Marvel wrapping paper for €1.50 in Penneys (Primark). I had started by cutting all the figures out individually, before getting frustrated and hacking up basic squares after a couple of minutes. Three coats, with a generous dollop of PVA between each layer to keep everything together, and a quick run around the edges with an Xacto knife once dry, and they were done.
The headband was slightly more time consuming. Having seen similar ones on Etsy, I reckoned it would be easier to make my own. A cheap hairband, again €1.50 from Penneys, and a bundle of felt I had knocking around were all that was needed. I freehanded the pattern on to some paper, before cutting it all out and pinning it to the corresponding felt. A quick stitch, and cursing my lack of sewing skillz, it came together quite quickly.
Unfortunately, just as I was putting the finishing touches to my costume by deciding whether I needed a matching bag or not, we were told the costume aspect of the party was being scrapped. Guess who gets to have a superhero themed birthday next month? Only the luckiest soon-to-be three year old ever!


Feeling Lucky - My 1st Years

A couple of weeks ago, I was lucky enough to win a competition. For those of you who know me, you'll understand how unusual that is. I never, ever, win anything. Apart from the pizza vouchers I won last week... I think I'm on a roll here. Guess who's dreaming of winning Ed Sheeran tickets next?

The prize was my choice of cuddly toy and fabric basket from My 1st Years. Knowing a handful of people due babies in the coming months, I had intended on choosing neutral items. I had grand plans of putting together a hamper, including the items I had won.

After much deliberation, I chose the Jellycat Bashful Silver Bunny and the Chevron Print Storage Bag. However, when they arrived and I opened up the distinctive Tiffany blue, I decided we couldn't  possibly part with them.

The softest bunny I ever did meet, Caelen has christened the Bashful bunny Flopsy, and he's currently tucked up in bed with him. A flurry of excitement when I opened the box, he insisted on showing him to his nana and great-grandmother as soon as possible. While I was half hoping that Caelen wouldn't fall in love with him, so I could keep him for myself, it's pretty cute to see him rubbing his cheeks off of its soft fur. Tonight, I brought him and Flopsy (not forgetting Jasper the dog!) to bed, and read to him from his Peter Rabbit book. You know, keeping a theme for the night.

The storage bag is bigger than I expected. I had envisioned something a lot smaller when I was on the website, so I was pleasantly surprised. However, if I had realised that we would be keeping them, I would have chosen the navy star storage bag, to fit in with Caelen's Toy Story themed room. I have grand plans of having the spare (read: junk) room sorted out as a guest room by the end of the summer, so it will be perfect to pop some extra blankets and treats for the next person to have an overnight stay here.

Even though these items were a competition prize, it doesn't sway what I thought of the items. In fact, I've been known to trawl through the My 1st Years website, dreaming of what I would buy when I get the money. I mean, food and bills have to be paid first, right? Sigh.


Thoughts I Had Watching "Jurassic World"

In no real particular order. Because lazy. And we watched it super late last night. And now its all jumbled together in my brain. I guess I should also say it contains spoilers, if you're more afraid of them than you are dinosaurs.

- How long do I have to wait before I see Chris Pratt?

- Should I have seen more than the first movie before watching this one? I don't like getting confused.

- Where's Chris Pratt? The only real reason I'm watching this.

- Seeing a dinosaur hatch from an egg means that no one learnt anything from their mistakes. But then that would mean there would only have been one movie I guess...

- That's a fine head of hair that young fella has.

- Is that other young fella Brooklyn Beckham? Not that I know what he looks like.... It is, isn't it? (It wasn't.)

- Chris Pratt is the raptor alpha? Ah, he could be my alpha any day.

- I don't like that army guy. He's too smarmy.

- I want a pet raptor after this. You know, once Chris Pratt came along to train it for me. And then hold me if I got scared. You better believe I'd be scared.

- Who's yer wan with the all white safari-esque suit? She looks familiar. Kind of.

- I want to go to a dinosaur petting zoo.

- Nick from New Girl, NICK FROM NEW GIRL! Not a fan of the face fuzz though.

- Creating new breeds of dinosaur. Because that sounds pure safe like. Little bit of this. Little bit of that. Doesn't sound like a disaster waiting to happen at all.

- Indominus Rex? That's a shite name for a dinosaur.

- He's got some super long arms. He didn't get them from the T Rex DNA, that's for sure. I wonder what else she's made out of?

- Damn. Dinosaurs are smarter than me.

- Obviously the guy with the gimpy leg will get eaten. Obviously.

- Is she actually wearing heels running through the jungle?

- "She's hunting for sport". I really thought it was going to come out that the Indominus Rex was going to be part human at this stage.

- Did that guy really just scamper off with a couple of margheritas?

- Someone get that dinosaur off of my future husband Chris Pratt!

- Someone tell that idiot man that dinosaurs have feelings. Don't pit them against one another.

- Telling a bunch of kids nothing will get in the van, means SOMETHING WILL GET IN THE VAN. Has no one ever seen a movie before? It's like a basic rule.

- They can communicate with each other??? (I was told this was in one of the other million Jurassic Park movies. It was pretty new information to me. I should probably watch them at some stage.)

- Wait a minute, the raptors are talking to the Indominus Rex? You know what that means?!? No more Alpha Pratt.

- So, there's loads of dinosaurs chasing you? Great time to stop and stare into a couple of tanks with snakes and stuff in them, yeah?

- Surely you'd hear a massive dinosaur before it was literally on top of you?




- Don't die now, T Rex!

- Well, that was a poor finale. Totally saw that one coming.

- Ugh, I don't want to watch the love story part. I came here for the dinosaurs after all.

- So, have the dinosaurs taken over again, roaming around the island? Where are the people? I'm smelling another movie....




When I was younger, and something bothered me, I used to write. Hours and hours were spent scrawling my feelings in notebooks and journals until I lost sight of what was bothering me. While I don't have the luxury of endless hours to spend writing now, I still feel the need to reflect on certain things in my life now.

Sometimes, when I need a moment of quiet reflection, to clear my head, to wait until anger dissapates, I head to my local park. It's not grand by any means, but it is well tended, with a beautiful array of flowers. I have a special bench that I like to go to, and listen to the sounds around me.

The rushing water of the fountain in the distance. Birds chirping overhead. People out jogging, their footsteps creating a beat as they pass. Children laughing in the playground, some bit away. The nearby church bell tolling, reminding me that I don't have long here. 

Sometimes, I feel like I would like to live somewhere so vast, with no one around. I enjoy the fleeting solitude, the quiet. I feel at peace.

Here, I can leave my worries and fears at the gate, if only briefly. They are always there, though, waiting for my return to the real world.

A few days ago, between appointments and sun showers, I visited this quiet place of mine. Sitting for a while, I watched the tourists stroll around, stopping here and there to smell the roses. An elderly priest on a bench nearby, reading, lifting his head to greet anyone that passed. A group of children running down the path to the playground, frazzled woman in tow. A dog, chasing a stick. Nothing to worry me, no one to bother me.

This is where I can think rationally, without the distraction of home life. There's no Caelen looking for a treat, or phones ringing, or Tommie asking if I want tea. All there is, is background noise. 

I sit, and I write. I write about what's bothering me, and I think of solutions. Within a couple of minutes, I feel better. And that, I think, is the most important.


Twenty Eight

Tomorrow, when I wake, I will be another year older. Twenty eight. Twenty eight?? As much as I could pretend that twenty seven was still closer to being in my mid twenties, there's no denying now that I'm in my late twenties. Almost thirty. It's terrifying stuff.

This year marks ten years since I turned eighteen, and thought I was an adult. My birthday came as the Leaving Cert ended, and the summer was filled with promise. I was heading off to college in September. I had a summer job. I could go out and drink any night I wanted. I had no worries, or responsibilities. I could do it all, and intended to.

Turning eighteen

Ten years later, my life hasn't exactly turned out how I expected it to. I ended up dropping out of college after my first year. I got a job in a local shop, then moving to a local supermarket, then to my current job. I expected my twenties to be filled with travel, good friends, with the possibility of going back to college. Instead, I made some bad relationship choices, that found me stuck where I was, physically and emotionally. On the upside, I gained a son, so there's one pro at least.

Some of the things I've learned in the last ten years include,
- Walking home with an ex while you're both in relationships may result in being stabbed. Not by said ex, or their girlfriend, but whatever. Still counts.
- Sternum piercings are likely to be ripped out when in contact with chest hair. Again, not my own chest hair. You get the picture.
- As much as I thought they were interfering when I was younger, I don't think I could have gotten through the last few years without my family.
- Your metabolism will not stay the same past your teens. While you could always eat and drink what you wanted, the weight creeps up, and it's harder to get rid of the second time around.
- Being an adult isn't all it's cracked up to be. Bills are the work of the devil!
- All of your childhood friends won't stick around, but those who do are golden.

Like I said, it's not all bad. I've matured and grown in ways I didn't think imaginable in the last ten years, but some days I still feel like that clueless little eighteen year old. I never saw myself staying in retail for so long, but to be honest, I enjoy it. I have time to spend with Caelen, to craft and create, and I feel all the better for it. I'm finally in a good, functional, loving relationship. I get along with my family. The friends I have, I wouldn't change for the world. I feel like I have it all now. Twenty eight, I'm ready for you, just be sparing with the wrinkles!


8 Photos of Happiness

A couple of days back, Lauren nominated me to do the 8 Photos of Happiness tag. I don't usually get involved in tags, as I'm a lazy, lazy blogger that forgets these things. As far as I can tell, this is a pretty new tag. As I'm all about the babies, in whatever form, I was game. Thanks Lauren!

Rules and explanation of the tag

Thank you nominators and link them in your post.

Link the creator - FYI, it's Ariel. You can find her sweet little blog here!

Post your 8 photos of happiness (The photos can be anything that represents a moment, object, place or feeling that makes you happy.)

Pop in a brief decription, why you chose it or let the photos do the talking!

Spread the happiness and tag up to ten other bloggers!

The first two photos I've chosen are a given really. Of everything, Caelen makes me the happiest. Granted, some of the circumstances get me down and stress me out from time to time, but he's worth it, and so much more. For those of you not in the know, I didn't tell my parents, family or friends that I was pregnant until I was almost seven months into my pregnancy. I was terrified of having a baby. I didn't think I could do it. But you know what? I have. I've been a single parent, a scared parent. A proud parent. It was hard, but it's so rewarding. Caelen brings out the best in me, and that obviously makes me happy.

The other guy in my life is pretty damn special too. After knowing each other for an age, we took a chance and got together. In the last year and a half, I've laughed and loved so much. He's turned my whole life around, and he's pretty fantastic with Caelen too. Plus, he has an awesome beard... What's not to love? 

Corny odes over, my hair makes me pretty happy. It sounds kinda vain, but it's not really. After going grey at an early age, I got bored of dying my hair boring brown for years. Just over a year ago, I took the plunge and started my hair journey. I think this accidental unicorn hair was my favourite though. All of the colours, heart eyes for days!

I bang on about crochet enough for you all to know by now it's one of my loves. Okay, so I might get a little stressed about counting stitches and sewing everything together at the end, but I really enjoy making little cute friends for Caelen. This Olaf is going to a work friend next week, but my littlest fan has requested an Olaf of his very own to add to his collection.

Speaking of crochet, I recently set up a Facebook page to showcase, and possibly sell, my wares. So far, Ive been blown away by the response it's received, it's so exciting to log on to see new likes and comments on something that makes me so happy. As ever, if you'd like to give me a thumbs up, you can find Inked Hibiscus Designs here

My family is super important to me. We're a pretty tight knit bunch, and spend a lot of time together. In fact, when I moved out of home with Caelen, my priority was finding a house close to my parents. They, in turn, live next door to my grandparents. I have an uncle around the corner. I live next to my granduncle. I couldn't imagine not being as close as I am to them. Here we are at my grandparents 50th wedding anniversary party two-ish years ago, with their children, grandchildren, and great-grandchild (That's Caelen, by the way!)

Last but not least, these girls. No matter how many friendships I've forged before and after I met these three, it's not the same. We don't see each other very often, but they're always at the end of the phone. Ambitious, loyal, loveable and hilarious, my friends are better than your friends, right?

Instead of calling out loads of bloggers, because well... I'm a bad blogger, I'm pointing. So, you, you, you, but especially you, I'm nominating you. Go forth and do this tag, and let me read them!


Surprise! It's Not Your Birthday (Yet)

It's no secret that Caelen is my everything. I want to give him the best in life, no matter what. A couple of weeks ago, I started thinking about his birthday. The big three. I already know what will be happening for his party, but I was stumped on what to get him. I mean, what do you get for the boy who has everything?

The answer was simple. Put a whole lot of sweat and hard work into sectioning off some of the back garden to make him a playground! Since I'm in a rental house, I didn't want it to cost the earth, but I did want to make him a safe, fun environment. While Caelen's birthday isn't until August, once we had decided to do up the back for him, it was obvious he needed to get them at the beginning of the summer to get enough use out of them.

And after a couple of weeks, all our hard work paid off. The area we had sectioned off to use was dug up, stones glass and random crap removed and the ground levelled, before we laid down some weed prevention fabric and covered it with wood chip. Tommie and my brothers (with the help of my uncle at the final stretch) cobbled together a fence from some old pallets to match the one I had made last year.

The playhouse was Caelen's Easter present last year, and is now our local McDonalds/ ice cream parlour / tea shop. Considering the price, it was well worth the investment to see him still enjoying it last year. The slide is our present to him this year for his birthday.

The swing set was a very generous present from our next door neighbours. Seriously, I have the best neighbours ever. And the trampoline came from my aunt, after her own two smallies were done with it. He's also had the trampoline since last summer, but seriously, he loves it.

It's still not finished. Or as Pinterest-worthy as I'd like. The walls could do with plastering, and the fence could be fancier. Beyond the fence is still a jungle, to be tackled another day. But hey, it works. As long as Caelen enjoys it, and I know now that he'll have fun on those sunny summer days, when we don't want to leave the house, it makes it all worth it.

Happy early birthday, Caelen.


Life Lately

Sometimes, things feel like a whirlwind, and I find it hard to keep up. Other times, I feel like I'm coasting, and prioritise certain things over others. For example, sitting on my bum, doing nothing, becomes a very important part of my day. This blogging break has been one of those. Unintentional in the beginning, I ended up enjoying the break from social media. I was tweeting less, posting became non existent. But, in the end I missed it, and so here I am, my second post after my little hiatus. In the last month or so, I have...

... Started up a little crochet bizz making cute little yarn-y friends - For more information, check out Inked Hibiscus Designs...

... Had a (messy house) fort day. Watching movies on the laptop, snuggled up in blankets with the smallie. You can't get any better than that.

... Went to the woods nearby for the FIRST TIME EVER! It's absolutely beautiful. So peaceful and the walkways were filled with wild garlic. I'm already looking forward to going back.

... Wrote a very special communion reflection for my oldest friend's wedding in a couple of weeks... That I absolutely can't show you.

... Went to the same friend's hen party in Waterford. Yeah, I know my makeup is dire, but I did have to do it on a ferry many hours before this photo was taken...

... And crocheted her a very special little friend...

... We gave Caelen his birthday present two months early, by doing up a section of the back garden into his very own playground! When I say we, I will admit that Tommie did the majority of the work. He's a good'un!.. And because it's raining almost constantly since we finished, here's an in progress shot of one side of the garden now.

... Realised that soon I'll have a three year old. A THREE YEAR OLD! It's both exciting and terrifying all at once...

All in all, it's been a good month (and some). Now I feel like whatever blogger block I had has been lifted, and I'm ready to take up my little hobby once again. Lets see how long it lasts this time!