By Matilda. Or her mom, Anna anyway. 
Eight Things About Me
So here are the rules:
1) Post these rules before you give your facts.
2) List 8 random facts about yourself
3) At the end of your post, choose (tag) 6 people and list their names, linking to them
4) Leave a comment on their blog, letting them know they’ve been tagged.
My Facts:
1) I’m a blood donor. I’ve got my bronze badge and it’s one of those things I feel quite strongly about. If you can, you should. You never know when you might need it. As soon as I’ve finished having babies, I’m going back to donating twice a year.
2) I have dual nationality - I’m English and Canadian. Which means twice the normal number of dreadful passport photographs to have to deal with, but hey, it’s a price I’m willing to pay to be able go back here any time I want to.
3) I’ve turned into a fairly crafty kind of person over the past few years. I can knit, spin, crochet, sew, embroider, cross stitch, know the rudiments of weaving and a few other things. I’m also handy with power tools, hammer, saw etc. Which leads me to number 4…
4) I love putting flat-pack Ikea-style furniture together. ‘Nuff said.
5) I love languages. I’ve taught myself a smattering of a handful of languages, including Russian, Croatian, Spanish, Arabic and my latest interest, German. No idea what my accent is like though.
6) I have a little brother, who is actually 6′ something tall and pretty wonderful now, but I was fairly horrid to him on occassion whilst we were growing up. Just watching Myf with the little ones makes me cringe when I see myself in her general horridness. But I still feel guilty about the beach in Morocco, and if I ever get enough money, Rob, we’ll go back there and you can ride the horse.
7) I have aspirations of the Good Life. Those who know me will be rolling their eyes and going ‘no shit Sherlock’ or words to that effect. But my Good Life is not so much Tom and Barbara as organic earthship/cob/straw homestead - with a polytunnel!
8) I was born in the wrong era. Either that, or the last place I was was 1940’s Europe and I brought it with me - I’ve got the wartime mindset of waste-not-want-not and I know I drive James and my mother to distraction with my whole ’save it in case we need it’ attitude. That goes for food, outgrown clothes, stray bits of paper; frugality is not a necessity, it’s an artform. I darned a pair of Tea’s grey school tights and Mom was rolling her eyes about that for days. And I can make a chicken do three meals. Might be why I have a large number of wartime cookery books on my shelves - along side the clearing the clutter books, the ‘$50 homestead’ book, the zillion self-sufficiency type books… Did I mention I have a fair number of books?
So, I’m off to tag Sarah, Nikki, Jax, Tim and Bronwen and try to think of one more, as I’m quite sad and don’t read a huge number of blogs. Consider yourself tagged. Mom, go start a blog. Tag, you’re it too.
