Wednesday, October 31, 2018

30 day challenge

In my new found bid to declutter and minimalise my life I have set myself a challenge for November.
I have limited myself to 30 pieces of clothing that I can wear in the next 30 days. This covers work wear and going-out outfits, including coats and shoes.
It doesn't include sports wear or underwear.
So after much rearranging and swapping in and out, I have come up with my capsule wardrobe.

It consists of

  • 5 pairs of trousers
  • 6 jumpers
  • 5 tops
  • 2 skirts
  • 2 dressers
  • 4 coats/ jackets
  • 6 pairs of shoes/boots
As you can see there's lots of navy, red, white, red and a bit of mustard thrown in for a change.
I was hoping that I could cut down on the amount of footwear I needed but I discovered that if I left a pair out then there were outfits that I couldn't wear as I'd have nothing suitable to go on my feet!

Already I feel lighter as I have my wardrobe sorted for the month...as long as I'm not invited to a last minute wedding or Ball. If I am I'll have to go in my tracksuit!

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

#1 Signs that I'm officially old.

There are many little warning signs in our lives that we are no longer in the first (or even second) flush of youth. Things like, teaching the kids of kids that you once taught, realising that you once fancied Niall Horan's father, and discovering that you don't just get grey hairs on your head!

Well I had a major wake up call this morning when I get deliriously excited over..........
my new iron! 
Words my younger self would never have uttered.

It all started innocently enough yesterday morning when my old iron gave up the ghost and refused to heat up.
I can empathise!
I wasn't too fazed by this turn of events. In fact I was a little bit relieved as I now had a legitimate reason for ignoring the ever increasing pile of laundry in my kitchen.

Later that evening I found myself near Mullingar cinema and decided to go to see Bohemian Rhapsody. I had 15 minutes to spare so what should I do? I espied D.I.D Electric shop close by and so decided to rush in and pick up an iron.
See the level of effort I was putting in to choosing this piece of equipment.

I found the appropriate aisle and was astonished by the vast array that lay before me. Which one? There was only one that was not a display model, but was actually in a box on the shelf. I didn't have time to wait for a sales person to approach me, go into the stock room and search for another one. Hey, I had a film to get to see,
So I grabbed it and promptly paid for it.
That was the full amount of importance I attached to it. Little did I realise the immense amount of pleasure it was going to bring into my life.



This morning I begrudgingly decided that I had to tackle the everest of ironing that lay before me. I filled up the iron with water, waited for the light to go out and set about my household task.
WELL! As if by magic my hands glided over blouses, trousers and dresses.
The new  stainless steel Soleplate technology combined with Constant Steam Boost "relaxed fibres for easy crease removal".  The mountain of clothing rapidly decreased in front of my eyes. Never before has a hated task required so little effort.

It was only when I found myself about to go looking for other items of clothing to iron, that the realisation hit me.
This was the most excited I've gotten about anything in a while.
Oh Lord, take me now! It's all downhill from here.



Monday, October 29, 2018

The bane of teachers' lives..look at the correct use of the apostrophe!


One of my all time hatreds is the misuse of the apostrophe. It's either
a) in the wrong place e.g. used in plurals rather than to show ownership
b) absent when it is needed.
I know, I know , I have little to be worrying about.

The kids in school did an art competition for the local GAA club, which was trying to promote smoke-free sidelines at matches. The winners received trophies and had their winning entries printed on a poster for display in the school.
Therein lies the problem.

When it arrived it proudly read
St. Patricks School.....WITH NO FRIGGIN' APOSTROPHE!!!
It was nevertheless displayed on the corridor.

Last week I was on yard duty but as it was raining the kids were inside and I was patrolling the corridors. Every time I passed the offending poster I could feel a frisson of tension run through my body. Eventually I could take no more.
As I was passing the office I stuck my head in the door and asked the secretary, who was busy at her desk
"Hey Carol, would you have the loan of a marker please? I want to put in an apostrophe."
She looked up from her keyboard, her eyes opening wide in disbelief.
"You want a what???" she managed to stammer out.
A little taken aback, I re-uttered my request.
"Could I have a marker please? I want to put in an apostrophe?"
Her faced crumbled and she let out a howl of laughter.
"Oh God, Noeleen", She eventually explained. "I thought you said

Can I have the loan of a marker please? I want to put in a SUPPOSITORY!"

When I managed to pick myself off the floor I got my marker and  put in my apostrophe.

See> Perfect!

Funnily enough, when I went to give Carol back her marker, she just looked at it suspiciously and said
"Nah. You can keep it!"

Friday, October 26, 2018

Hocus Pocus

This morning was a bit of a rush. I was outta bed and into hospital with Mam.
Update: Mam is doing fine.
I was talking to various doctors and nurses. I didn't want to appear paranoid but I thought that they were giving me quizzical looks.It was only when I went to the bathroom that I realised what they were looking at.
Yesterday was dress up day in school.

I had taken it off in haste and I had missed a few spots.There were still patches of green on my neck! It's a wonder I got out of the hospital at all. I could have been quarantined under the  Contagious Infections Bill!

Sunday, October 14, 2018

Ode to autumn

Where did today come from?
Yesterday the weather was dire...cold, dark and raining.
Then today was a glorious autumnal day.
So in order to make the best of it I headed to Belvedere House and Gardens, my favourite place for a walk.
























































To autumn
by
John Keates

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, 
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; 
Conspiring with him how to load and bless 
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; 
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, 
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; 
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells 
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, 
And still more, later flowers for the bees, 
Until they think warm days will never cease, 
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. 

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? 
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find 
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, 
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; 
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, 
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook 
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers: 
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep 
   Steady thy laden head across a brook; 
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look, 
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours. 

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they? 
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,— 
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, 
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; 
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn 
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft 
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; 
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; 
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft 
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft; 
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.


Saturday, October 13, 2018

Putting my best foot forward

After a great night out last night at an 80's disco in the Greville Arms I was feeling a little tired so I had a power nap in the afternoon. When I woke up it was dark so I had a look at my phone.
18.17
Wha???

I jumped out of bed in a panic and pulled back on my boots, I go up to Mam every Saturday to look at Strictly Come Dancing, which was starting at 18.40.
I raced put the door, into the car and up to the Camillians.
It was only when I was at their door, ringing the bell that I looked down at my feet.
What the actual....????


How the hell could I have gotten it so wrong?
 I know I got redressed in the dark, but for God's sake. RED AND BLACK???

I didn't have time to go back home to change. So I had to run down the corridors in the hope that no one would notice. If someone did comment I would have to try to sell it as a fashion statement :)