The real crime

I started this blog to keep a note of all this things I do(mainly with my kids), baking cakes, knitting scarves, making bags and doing wee art projects, and to have a rant about the things that get on my goat.

Today's blog was going to be about my arm knitting business, how I'm getting started, going to craft fairs, making corsages for a Burns' supper...

But something happened yesterday that made me really look at what is important in my life.  It made me think about what really matters.  And it made me so angry that I had to write it down.

Little Mikaeel Kular's body was found.

He was the same age as my son.

When I first heard the news that a little boy had gone missing from his home, my initial thought was, "Oh my God.  Someone's taken him from his bed!"  Horrible.

Then as snippets of information came through, and I realised that the police were starting to believe that he had got up, got dressed and left on his own, I thought, "Not likely...!"  My kids can't even cough in the night without me waking up, let alone going downstairs and out the front door.  I started to get suspicious.

Then the awful news that a body had been found and that his mother had been detained.  I can't really explain how I felt when I heard that.  Shocked.  Disgusted.  Saddened. Horrified.

Now, obviously, the worst thing in this whole situation is that a little baby has died.  Of course it is.  But for me, it's what his mother did that I can't believe.

We don't know exactly what happened.  Was it an accident? Did she give him too much medicine?  Did she get tired and stressed - we've all been there - and loose her temper.  Did she shake him or push him and he fell and bumped his head?  If that happened, yes she would be scared, and yes she would probably have been charged with some sort of negligence or culpable homicide, but perhaps, though not condoning her actions, we could maybe feel some sort of sympathy for her?

But no.  Not this mother.

She decided to take her own baby, and dump him in a cold, dark wood, knowing that he wouldn't be found for ages.  In the freezing cold.  All alone.  Then she lied to the world, telling us she didn't know where he was.  What kind of mother could do that?

A real mother would never harm their baby in the first place, let alone leave them alone in a cold, dark wood.  It goes against all a mother's instinct to protect.

This, for me, is the true crime.  And for this, I hope Karma finds her.

RIP little angel.  You are with your own kind now.  You are safe.

x

Jack of all trades…

So, I'm new to this 'blogging' malarky.  It all seems a bit strange actually.  I mean, does anyone really want to hear about what I get up to in my spare time *cough/splutter... I mean, what I get up to when I should be doing a million and one other things?

Who knows, but I'm going to tell you anyway...

I'm one of these people who can't stick to one thing.  I can't just find something I like doing and keep doing it.  No, not me.  I need to find as many things as possible and try them all, and keep doing the other things I found last week... Lost?  Me too.

I have a lovely husband and two kids (age 3 and 5), so time isn't something I have a lot of, but when I'm not cooking, cleaning, washing, playing with kids, doing homework, making scarves (I have my own arm-knitting business - more about that later!), writing and singing (hmm, maybe more on that later too..?), doing a bit of acting (have a wee look at this - I'm the po-faced woman in the blue dress... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG4kFszPrKw) and all the other things that come with family life, I like to make stuff.  All sorts of stuff.

Cards.  Dresses. Toadstools for our 'fairy circle'. Advent calendars. Cakes. Bags. You name it, I've made it, and, thankfully, most of them have turned out ok. 

So, after much debating, I've decided that I should keep a wee note of everything I make, just in case you're interested...

 

...it's not like I have anything better to do...