Tag: mental health


Just quickly. I was not in the best of headspaces yesterday, and took myself off to the hairdresser for some expensive consolation. Flicking through the trashy magazines I read:

“New research has discovered a super-simple way to tune out mental chatter and switch your brain into a deeply healing meditative state: knitting. It’s a repetitive bilateral action – which means it uses both hands, and both sides of your brain at once…Repetitive actions like knitting enhance the release of serotonin – a calming chemical which also relieves pain…[Knitting] occupes the part of the brian that usually generates…anxieties and stressful thoughts…”

The Smalls and I went to an op-shop this morning, parted with $4.50 and got me a few balls of real wool and some three and a quarter needles (which is what it said to use on the wool packet). Had I not texted craft-guru Mrs H, I never would have known that wool is matched to sizes of needles. Who knew? Nor did I know that there is proper research into “therapeutic knitting“!

I sit here, feet in a bath of Epsom Salts, casting on. And I’m liking it. I can feel that some of it is muscle memory from when I was maybe eight years old and my grandma taught me. I remember my chunky little mustard yellow needles – that I haven’t thought of in thirty-two years!! Please don’t assume I am doing this unaided – I am following a YouTube tutorial frame by frame!

My ambitions are modest. Squares to felt-up for my woollen blanket…


In our house, money is always a juggle. In comparison to many people we know, we don’t have a lot. This obviously has its down sides. But a big positive is this: I have had a week of hell with Small DB being ill. And a day of hell yesterday. Both Smalls need some one-on-one time; and I feel like I need to focus on Small DB (I’m getting to the big positive…here it comes…)

And this can all happen. In the interest of family sanity, M is recalled from boat duty and sent to the weekly WildThings adventure with Small Z. I am home with the other one – who awoke with a freshly made tantrum, but is responding to a quiet house, a bowl of blueberries and ‘Dinosaur Train’ watched in a patch of sunshine. And this is good.

365/41 • We're having some one on one time today. Badly needed. #2014_ig_041 #3yo #sunshine

I’ve got a blank space baby…

Here I sit, at the Local cafe – both Smalls are at play dates – at two different houses. Oh the bliss when the stars align. Sometimes I panic about moving away from our homeschooling community – it is active, inclusive and a great way to hook up with others.

I have the wifi, I have the cup of tea and I have the iPad. Now I can type a little about my resolutions at the start of the year. The main thing about the ALL (there’s not that many) is that they are ALL SMALL. Incremental. None of those ‘I will walk for half an hour every morning for the rest of my existence’ that lead to almost immediate non-compliance associated self-flagellation.

My resolutions/habits are these:

  • Make my bed
  • Stop biting my fingernails
  • Stop having sugar in my tea
  • Basic life-hacking stuff. I have adhered to all of them, but remain aware that it takes about three months to lock in a habit. For February I am tackling something that has been tugging at me for ages – improving gut health.

    Small DB and I drink water kefir (a happy probiotic wonderland), the Smalls and I don’t have gluten – but I feel that we could do better – I could do better to help our innards – my struggles with PMDD (related to low serotonin at particular times in the menstrual cycle) have been the other impetus to investigate this stuff…

    I have started by going back to gelatine. I have struggled on the boat to be a broth making queen, so I have some Gut Lovin’ Gelatine and have made some raspberry gummies and started stirring it into my tea. I hope to expand my repertoire as the month continues…

    Gut Lovin' Gelatin

    Last night I tried a little experiment that I have been reading a bit about over the last few months. It is simply stirring a tablespoon or two of potato starch into a glass of water and drinking it an hour or so before bed.

    After I drank it, within half an hour I was desperate to go to sleep. Too weird. And too thrilling not to experiment on a Small. Small Z has always had trouble getting to sleep – once asleep she is peachy, but the getting there takes HOURS. I potato starched her – and she was asleep before 10pm for the first time this year. I’m going to continue this experiment for at least a week to see what might transpire….

    Update: it seems that one or two tablespoons is a little ambitious – it helped sleep, and created cinematic dreams, but also created a modicum of constipation. We will revise down to a teaspoon and see how that goes…

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