I know I blogged recently about not having a clue what loom bands were, but that was before the small people caught the loom band bug and are now suitably OBSESSED with making them.
For those who have been living under a rock or on another planet and the craze has still passed them by, loom bands are small rubber type bands that can be woven together to make bracelets, either by using a loom board or your fingers.
So when we got the chance to try out some Rainbow Braid loom bands I jumped at the chance as we had exhausted our supply and they were itching to make some more.
They come in a variety of colours, and are latex and lead free. Whereas some bands can feel a bit flimsy, I did think these felt stronger and more hard wearing than some you can get.
With plenty of colours to choose from, they were spoilt for choice when it came to deciding what colour band to make first.
Should it be a cool black and green one, or a lighter pink and lilac one?!
Although we have a loom board, we’re still to really get the hang of that yet and prefer to do the finger bands. Loom boards are great if you want to do more intricate and complicated designs, so we really should get to grips with it and broaden our loom band experience.
The band delivery came at just the right time, as they spent an entire afternoon making bracelet after bracelet. Anything that keeps them quiet, occupied, and entertained for hours on end is a great activity in my eyes!
Everyone can enjoy making them too, not just the children. I even like making them myself. There’s something a bit therapeutic about winding bands around your fingers and creating bracelets, as you can just do it and let your mind wander!
These are just a few of the many bands we made.
If you’re yet to embrace the loom band craze, I highly suggest these and that it’s a great, crafty activity for children, and one that’s enjoyed by either gender.
We were sent some Rainbow Loom bands in order to do this review. All thoughts and opinions strictly true and our own personal opinion.
At first glance, if you were to look in and see me now, you might think “there she goes, sat farting about at the computer again.”
Just because I’m so called ‘sat’ at home all day, does that make the work of someone writing an invalid one?
It’s not a ‘proper’ job. I’m not going out of the house every day and squishing myself up against other people’s stinking armpits on packed trains like I used to, to crunch numbers at a bank pre kids.
I’ve recently started making money writing. Not a lot, admittedly, but not bad to say I only started a few months ago.
You know what? It doesn’t just fall at your feet. You don’t just wake up one morning and think “Hey, I know! I’m going to start writing, and people are going to throw money at me for my fab and witty articles.”It doesn’t work like that. Most of the time the tight wads don’t even bother paying as they say you’d love to work for them for the great exposure you’ll get for writing for their publication.
(Yes, because exposure pays the weekly bills in Asda. Cheers for that.)You have to work at it.Yes, it’s still work even if I haven’t set foot out of the house all day. Take them to school, go home, get the laptop on.
You want to write? You have to put yourself ‘out’ there.
You want to know just a bit of what I do when “I’m on the computer again?”
Right. Here you go.
I try to post several times a week, across both my blogs. Yes, I have two of them and two Twitter feeds. Double the workload.
This is the other one, a family friendly days out review blog. Family Friendly Yorkshire
To write frequent blog posts, with original, relevant content each time, you need ideas.
Ideas which can stem from topical issues, or conversations/opinions.
All which can mean reading every single newspaper website and column going.
Once it’s written, it’s not just a case of sitting back and going to play Candy Crush.
You have to promote your posts so you actually get people reading them.
Which means being an active member of blog networks, and adding your blog.
Leaving comments on other blogs to make your blog more visible and well known.
Knowing how to work and promote yourself across the social media channels, such as LinkedIn, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, Google Plus, Twitter, Facebook, Instagram.
Creating Facebook pages/Twitter feeds and interacting with your followers so they might want to read your latest post.
You can’t just spam out links and nothing else. (Surefire way get yourself blocked for being a spammy pain in the bum.)
You need to create a following and engage with the community. All of which takes time.
I’ve heard “How have you got so many followers?” from people before. That will be because of all the bloody hard work that goes into my blog.
You take part in Twitter conversations, you start them yourself. You take part in Twitter parties.
(No that’s not a code for I’m sitting in my pants stuffing Doritos in my gob at the computer while listening to Agadoo like a sad sack with virtual mates.There’s more to it than that.)
Not to mention that it’s not just a case of publishing, promoting and sitting back.
I’ve single handledy figured out how to add code to the right hand side of my blog to make it turn into a pretty clickable badge. For example, the parenting network badges don’t just magically appear.
I put them there.
I also figured out all by myself how to hide links behind words like this: look here’s my Family Twitter page, whoop whoop!
as opposed to just the boring link https://twitter.com/
I’ve written articles for the Yorkshire Times and the Guardian (all the while sat at my laptop in my kitchen) but you’ll still get asked occasionally “so are you going to be looking for a job?”
Well, excuse me for thinking I was actually doing something apart from playing Bejewelled Blitz, and doing inane quizzes on Facebook.
You don’t suddenly get given the chance to make money, You have to put yourself out there.
Now excuse me, I’ve got some Candy Crush to play. Whatever.
I’ve always enjoyed getting a bargain and spending peanuts on things, but on joining a Facebook frugal food group I’ve had my eyes opened to a whole new world.
I already do the check the reduced section of the local supermarket on a night, but always wondered why everyone seemed to come away with trolley loads of stuff and I come out with a paltry loaf of reduced bread and that’s my lot.
It all becomes clear on these sites. People post pictures of their haul and they’ve come away with the entire reduced aisle.
Leaving little old me, who,it seems is far too nice to bargain hunt properly.
I come away with a sorry loaf of bread and nothing else because I’m not sharpening my elbows enough.
In the local Asda the other day, was a crowd of
locusts people swarming around the reduced section.
There’s me waiting patiently behind everyone until they move, under some misguided notion that people will let you stand and have a look with a polite ‘excuse me.’
Nope. It’s each to their own.
Little old ladies with handbags as weapons, and families who are intent on wiping out the entire section with one fell swoop.
Tonight, I’ve decided no more.
I’ve just found myself stalking the lady with the yellow reduced sticker gun around the shop. Oh yes. It’s my turn.
(It helped that it was a little supermarket with not many people in. I wouldn’t have had a chance in the big gun shops. I’d have been trampled underfoot.)
So tonight I’ve got myself a haul of:
– and sultana scones.
I did actually manage to get some turkey steaks and mince the other day too.
I just need to man up and start wearing crash helmets and taking battering rams to the big shops….
I don’t know if it’s a kid thing, or just a boy thing in general, but my two are absolutely obsessed with anything to do with poo and wee and it’s starting to drive me a little potty. (No toilet pun intended.)
It doesn’t matter what you’re doing, or where you are – the conversation always ends up back at something bottom related.
Even sat at the dinner table having their lunch today between mouthfuls of sandwiches. Grr.
A favourite word is fart which I’m sure they say all the more because I’ve said I don’t like it and it’s not very nice.
Surely it’s much more fun to be more creative?
Trump, bottom burp, parp, trouser whistler. All a whole lot funnier than that blasted word.
I’ve just been informed that there’s a Despicable Me Fart Blaster that they’d love for Christmas which charmingly makes fart noises when you pull the trigger.
Oh. Yay. Not only do they get to do my head in with all the toilet talk, now they want to torture me with sound effects too.
Tell me they grow out of it. (Although I’m not holding out much hope. The eldest is nearly 11 and still going strong.)