When things go wrong, but turn out right 

A few weeks ago I decided to try out a Channel Mum hack for making playdough. It showed the lovely Emily Norris making (non edible) playdough with just three ingredients.

• Cornflour

• Conditioner

• Food colouring

I took lots of photos to show the process and end result, so I could write a post about it.

BUT…. I just couldn’t get the consistency right. It was either too wet or too dry. I tried adding more conditioner, more cornflour. But it wasn’t meant to be. Every time I got what I thought was the right consistency it would start to crumble. It ended up more of a gloop, which my kids loved anyway. So no Mum points were lost. Phew!

A few days later I decided to try again with a recipe which was ultimately the same but substituted the cornflour for normal flour and it worked. Hurray! Me and my two middle boys had a great time making it, I didn’t take any photos this time whilst making it but, when it was finished and I realised how well it had worked I thought I would take some pics to share on Instagram and to say how easy it was to make… That’s when it all went wrong.

I popped upstairs to get my phone, leaving the boys playing with the playdough. I came down to this.

They had tipped a cup of cordial all over the table soaking the playdough. I’m not going to lie I was frustrated, why do they have to destroy everything?

* I know they weren’t destroying they were experimenting, but I’m tired and hormonal and yeah.

Anyway, we managed to sort the situation by adding more flour (after drying and cleaning the table). This is what we ended up with. Not too shabby and it’s the soft playdough EVER as verified by my eight year old who said it felt like “rainbows and dreams”.

Zachary got some great sensory feedback from it and was using his whole body to play with it, including his knees. We also got out the Easter biscuit cutters (that were never used at Easter) and the boys had loads of fun with these too.

But before we managed to sort the playdough and have all this fun. We had sprinkled the table wth flour to knead the wet playdough and the kids absolutely loved it.

Flour was everywhere including on our shoes. Zachary and Darwin helped to clear it up. They were drawing shapes and doing mark making, saying different letters and numbers. It ended up being lots of fun. I found a new activity for them to do and it’s super cheap too.

So things never worked out how I planned, but the boys learnt a few things about cleaning up, working together and got to work on some important skills which will help develop their literacy and numeracy. Most of all they fun.

That’s two happy little boys, albeit a bit floury.
Thanks for reading

Cherrysnotmyname 🍒

Cherie 💕


#WickedWednesdays [10.08.16]

Well hello there Wednesday.

It’s time for me to join in with the linky #WickedWednesdays where we share the funny truths about parenting.

I call this “I shall not nap”

At this point I wasn’t sure who needed the nap more? Me or the boy.

Feel free to click the picture below and link up too. Check out the #WickedWednesdays hashtag on Twitter and Instagram and Click here to see the creator of this site Emma over at BrummyMummyof2


Happy hump day folks

Thanks for reading

Cherrysnotmyname 🍒

Cherie 💕

Thanks for your patience 💕

I haven’t blogged lately.

Well that’s not completely true. I haven’t published any posts for a while. I have been trying to keep writing but it’s hard. 

Hard to find time.

Hard to stay focused.

Hard to know what to write 

It’s also hard to keep up the ‘confidence’ I’m not sure if that is the right word?!?

I’ve been hit lately with a bout of self doubt when it comes to my writing. I don’t really feel I have anything to offer. However, I have had a few messages and comments from people telling me how much they enjoy reading my blog. 

Thank you. 

I find it very hard to be confident/proud of anything I do or to take credit for things, but I do want to learn. 

So there will be more posts soon. I promise. Thank you for waiting. This post is not so people will say how great my blog is or anything like that, it’s just me being honest. 

The great thing about this blog is even if no one reads it, it’s a great record for me of how I have been feeling and the adventures life has thrown at me. I recently read some posts I wrote last year and it was good. 

So as always thanks for reading 

Cherrysnotmyname 🍒

Cherie 💕

#WickedWednesdays [25.05.16]

We haven’t played along for ages… So I thought why not have a go this week. The lovely Emma over at Brummymummyof2 runs this linky every week and is always good for a laugh and light humour. The purpose is to show the real side of parenting

This is the after shot. This is when we had a poopsplosion and he had  to have an emergency shower in the middle of the day. He was not happy and the only thing that got him to calm down after was being allowed to eat crisps naked on the sofa whilst looking out the window… Talk about living the dream, oh to be almost three again 😂

One of the situations when you don’t know which one of your children have done something, but you have a sneaking suspicion, but no proof. The joys of having a few kiddos. No idea how long they were there (they had been thrown out of the bedroom window). I had the joys job of removing the slugs *bork* and washing them. Did I get a thank you??? Ummmmm, no.

Feel free to follow the #hashtag #WickedWednesdays over on Instagram and Twitter. You can go see what other gems some others are sharing and if you want to take part, pop over to Emma’s site and link up too 😆

Thanks for
Cherrysnotmyname 🍒
Cherie 💕

Going back to basics|Self Love and Self Care

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I am Thirty One years old.

Yet, often inside I still feel like the frightened, scared, bumbling teenager that I was a decade or so ago.

I have suffered with issues to do with my self esteem for many years. During my life I have dealt with these issues in different ways.

Alcohol. Sex. Drugs. Self Harm. 

Some people may be surprised to read this. The biggest way I have dealt with it is with a Mask. I have always tried to come across as happy and confident. Desperate to be liked. I think this desperation stems from the fact I have never really felt that I liked myself. How many of you can relate? How many of you truly like yourselves?

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I have been thinking lately that I don’t do the things I did when I was younger. No Drugs,Sex and Rock and Roll so to speak (I am making myself younger self seem much cooler/messed up than I actually was). My feelings about myself are less angsty than they were. 

I can confidently say I no longer hate myself. I think I am learning to like myself, but I am realising I want more. I deserve more. I want to LOVE myself. That my friends is a big ask and is very hard to say out loud. 

I was thinking about what stops me from loving me? I have come to the conclusion it is something so simple, something that many, many people do. 

I do not value myself. 


I neglect myself.

It’s easy to do. Especially when you have children. Sometimes you almost feel like it is part of the package. You wear it like a badge of honour. “My children come first”, “I don’t have time for me” etc etc.

I have realised I neglect myself on a very basic level. Simple things like not brushing my teeth at night, not combing my hair for days on end, going days without a proper shower. These things all have impact on how I see and in turn value myself. 

Also I limit myself in silly ways. Telling myself silly little lies, these lies just limit me. Telling me I am not THAT kind of person. 

I am not the kind of person who wears perfume everyday. WHY NOT?

I am not the kind of person who is organised. WHY NOT?

I am not the kind of person who spends time on her appearance. WHY NOT?


I feel like inside I am screaming this?


I am realising I am only going to be this young ONCE. I don’t want to be 40,50,60 and still dealing with these issues. Wishing I had done more. That I had been more.

Last night I sat and thought about the person I want to be. The person I can be and I made a list of very simple things that I want to do daily/weekly. These are things that you probably already do, but after years and years of self neglect I am ashamed to admit I do not…. Sorry did not! 

I am making a promise to myself, to do these things. To value myself and believe I deserve these things too. These are the very basic fundementals and I hope that they will impact on my life in significant ways.


• Brush teeth TWICE daily [Floss]

• Use a face wash

• Cleanse, tone and moisturise

• Grease hair and comb it

• Shower

• Drink at least TWO glasses of H20

• Wear make up/ Cream face

• Walk around the block

• Meditate for 10 minutes

• Wear perfume


• Groom eyebrows

• Groom finger and toe nails

• Shave

• Wash hair

• 20 mintue yoga session

• Write in a journal

I am going to have a new baby in a few weeks (still haven’t got my head around this). I would like to be doing these things before, so they are habit and if I miss one or two things it’s easy to pick up again. 

I want to teach my boys to value themselves and I feel that valuing myself is a huge part of that. That will be another blog post, though. 

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Thank you for reading this post. It feels quite significant to post this. I would love to know about your journey of Self Love and Self Care. Are you just starting to learn its OK to value yourself? Have you been on this journey already? Do you have any tips to share? 

Thanks reading

Cherrysnotmyname 🍒

Cherie 💕