Editing A Novel While Mothering - It's Not for Sissies But It Is For Me

As you know I'm editing my first novel. This is my fourth draft...or fifth draft? I've lost count, all I know is this is the most detailed painstaking one yet. It's difficult to say exactly how long I can Read more

We Planted Our Garden With Trees

The dream is for the house to disappear, more overgrown with every passing year.  On a foggy St Patrick's morning we planted 50, mostly native Irish trees. Oak, Rowan, Silver Birch, Wild Cherry, Willow & Hornbeam. Lawn, begone... Even before our house Read more

Vincent Browne

Watching Vincent Browne from Sligo last night would do little to inspire. The first thing that struck me was how the 'creep' of deprivation in this region could go almost unnoticed and I mean by we who live here. Read more

Dublin (Part 1)

I have returned from my trip. Darling Dublin, it was wonderful, for I am bored with life here now, there is no colour, no nourishment in it. And it's not the few people who are very good and worth staying Read more

A New Painting

Good morning friends, Friday again, thank goodness. I was just saying on fb last night how even though I'm a stay at home mother I still look forward to weekends. I get so tired of routine and the sameness of Read more

How to Live on One Modest Income or Less

Do you dream of quitting your job or of working part-time? Do you wonder if you could cope mentally, financially? Or maybe you are unemployed, job hunting and feeling the strain. Work is so tied up with our feelings Read more

Next Day Delivery Launch

Morning all. You may remember last year I attended the summer season launch for NEXT at the gorgeous Cliff Townhouse in Dublin. You can read about that and see all the beautiful photographs HERE. Well a few weeks ago I was invited to attend the launch of NEXT’s next day delivery service in Ireland. Unfortunately I couldn’t go so I sent my daughter Shaylyn in my place. This is her report…

To celebrate the launch of Next’s new ‘Next day delivery’, my friend Colleen and I set out bright and early to the ‘Dean Hotel’ on Harcourt Street for a look at their Spring/Summer collection for 2015.

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We weren’t sure what to expect so were more than impressed at what we discovered. We were spoiled for choice from the cut out shirts…

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and stunning co-ordinates…

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To their lemon knits, courts and shorts…

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70’s inspired pieces…

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And my personal favorite, this lilac leather jacket…

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We were surprisingly rather taken with the children clothes too…

Like this rainbow jumper..

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This dinosaur shirt…

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And ESPECIALLY this Lemon rain jacket. Absolute show stealer. I want it for me.

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Next’s summer collection is right on trend for summer and even more impressive has such broad appeal. I could have chosen items for everyone from my granny to my mammy, little sisters and me which was a really pleasant surprise.  Thanks to Vicki and everyone on the NEXT team, we had a wonderful morning. I just need a summer job now!

Order by 10pm for ‘Next’ next day delivery. For more information on this new delivery service click HERE  To shop click HERE

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Dublin (Part 1)

I have returned from my trip.

Darling Dublin, it was wonderful, for I am bored with life here now, there is no colour, no nourishment in it. And it’s not the few people who are very good and worth staying afloat for, and it’s not my house that I’ve conjured, can paint all the shades that are in me but the cold hard winter never ending, like a grey sea.

I survive, always, though my internal world still demands filling. Writing, the blog, painting, reading, decorating, vignetting, photographing, talking, dreaming, thinking yes, thank goodness, are still, not enough for the well.

Like the garden where even the richest, darkest soil will lose it’s richness if the crops are not rotated often I have lost something I feel will return with the spring.

Here, this time of year, you can’t depend on anything, on walks, or even school or as a new driver, driving, not even those freedoms, so here I am, rooted in darkness, craving light, culture, adventure and I would go anywhere, but then when the chance comes I am anxious, find it hard to go. That is how rooted I am and how far, like so many women, trying to bloom where we are.

And in the day or two before I left I wouldn’t, but I could have sabotaged myself. It all seemed so difficult. Why, is it so difficult? To untangle oneself? The children are no longer babies and though it’s been some years I have taken this train a thousand, no, ten thousand times. At the point of tears I think how the universe is conspiring to stop me, then I laugh, I know it is only me.

I was going now, to see my eldest daughter in a fashion show, to buy some new clothes, to fill the well, restore some sanity. The day I left was of course, mad.

Lists, phone calls, instructions…cleaning and leaving things just so, you know, in case I get hit by a bus, never get to come back. I’d already done a massive grocery shop, in case they all starve while I’m away.

Sadhbh tells me how much she will miss me and cups my chin. I tell everyone how much I love them. I feel guilty. I’m going for three days. You might think I’m crazy and though I agree, you probably only think that if you are not like me, if you are travelling, doing these simple things all the time, but I, I never leave my house.

Between home and the station I can’t breathe but on the train I read, May Sarton, I love her, we are kindred, I’ll tell you of her another time. Once in Dublin I’m breathing again, the air is good. It is already warmer than Leitrim though the next few days will be biting cold, I feel better.

My sister Martha, a teacher, stylist, a dancer, meets me, full of the joys of that spring I crave. We make our way through the old familiar streets without having to think, and ponder how I used to meet her off the train as a child, coming to me for a visit, and now we are going to see my child modelling. And though time flies I am not sad or even nostalgic because it feels right and I know I am more confident now, even if trips give me stage fright.

At the venue we’ve time, buy a bottle of wine and share the most wonderful talk, the kind that runs on in perfect sparking harmony, like a dance. We come together quickly in thought, then, still in synch move apart, before coming together again, it is perfect though short.

Seeing Shaylyn on the runway’s a thrill. I’m her mother so when she appears the world turns invisible. But she is unusual my girl, she has small features yet a high planed face and these green almond shaped eyes, shown now to dazzling effect, courtesy of lighting and a slicked back hairstyle.  She has started to inhabit herself. I always feel sorry for teens, the way they are not yet quite at home in their skin, but she will be twenty this year and has presence, you would notice her.

It’s Monday as I write this, we woke under a blanket of snow that’s falling heavy again now, beautiful, I hate it so.

The fire’s crackling and the house is quiet but, I have to go…

I’ll be back soon with the next installment of my trip to Dublin xox

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Posted on by Jane in Creative Living, I WAS JUST THINKING, THE YEAR IN EVENTS, PARTIES & SPRAOI'S 5 Comments
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