I had a bit of a moment yesterday with the whole Nobel Peace Prize thing so I’m bringing it back down today.
I think it might have had something to do with the birthday champagne the night before, denial of my new age, and also the sugar rush from the tiramisu cupcake that I unceremoniously stuffed into my mouth for breakfast yesterday in that whole – don’t worry about frosting on the nose lets just stuff the whole thing in your face manner you see in the movies.
I don’t even like cake, but these were something else. BTW, thanks J for busting my diet I have to reluctantly go back to visit the caveman now …
Soooo, I found this.
Can you say, oh my god, what!
Now, it might not exactly be your cup of tea but how on earth did she manage this?
It kind of reminds me of the pink bubblegum blobs my friend made when we took a lamp work class a couple of years back –
in that, night and day way.
So, what to do today?
These are waiting for me in some kind of limbo land.
And, help it now, this has been in the kiln for ever just waiting for some friends to join it for the next firing party.
MIL flew back to England on Friday and so it was all systems go on Saturday.
Well, that’s a small fib really as I didn’t get out of bed until 11, then we sat around watching West Ham take a thrashing from Sunderland until P left for London at 1. (I don’t know why he tortures himself this way.) Of course then we needed lunch, but, by 3 p.m. it was all systems go.
That’s when I kicked myself that I didn’t get going earlier.
In the pottery room I poured water onto the dried out clay. Did I mention I’ve been hearing the pottery call for a while now? And looked around at the green-ware already made.
At the jewelry bench I took my time. I touched all my tools, bounced in the chair a few times, just to remind it who’s in charge, and then I organized all my bits and pieces into some kind of order.
Then, just as I sat down to begin a jewelry order, I looked over at the painting corner and got a bit excited at the prospect of getting out my new Christmas paint brushes and what I could do with the new canvasses P bought me, while thinking about my half sewn quilt abandoned due to holiday visitors that only just went home …
I haven’t even told you about the doll’s house.
Good grief. I think I’ve just thought myself to a grinding stop.
I need to stop worrying that I wont be able to fit in all the things I want to do, and just do them.
Man, that Nike girl had the right attitude didn’t she?
The only way to victory is to just do it.
Oh, and get yourself a pair of wings.
Being sick and also trapped in the MIL corner was a bit of a bummer in the whole boredom area. It meant a lot of internet browsing and spontaneous, poor me, purchases. Don’t tell P. Hopefully they’ll all arrive before he gets back.
To be honest, he just rolls his eyes. As though there’s no hope for me, or him come to that. But, I know that these beautiful things were made just for me. They were just waiting for me to find them.
I mean, look at it. Don’t you think that was made for me?
I also had to get some more stones.
Because everyone needs one of these, right?
Or four in my case.
And, now it’s time to get back to finishing a bracelet and, hopefully, start on a pair of interestingly different earrings.
To all of you reading this. Don’t worry about me … I’m perfectly sane really, I just have a bit of a, I’ve got to do everything because it’s too exciting not to, but how the hell am I going to fit it all in, problem.
Happy Sunday Y’all.
(And now I’m a Texan! Will the madness never end … )
Only Pickles is (fat). We try not to say that out loud as Pickles is very sensitive about her weight.
Sophie is Pickles mini me and she belongs to N, the middle child, who has always wanted a small black thing of her very own to love.
Now there are four cats living in our house, and when B comes home to visit there are five so this is very important reading.
Thanks to my sister who sent this to me for christmas we can now sleep a little more soundly at night.
Sophie’s about 5 months old now. We rescued her from an awful shelter and we were hers from the moment she set eyes on us. She literally jumped on N when the cage was opened and they’ve been inseparable ever since.
She’s right at home with the other cats. Taking all the good spots on the sofa and pushing herself right in there when the food bowls come out.
It’s every man for himself in this house.
In other news, there’s been no opportunity to work on anything much. I’m still pretty stuck in MIL mode.
I did buy these yesterday.
Because I needed them.
Really I wanted this one.
But, wouldn’t you know it, someone already bought it.
I might just have to try to make my own.
So although I can’t do much at the moment except buy beautiful things on the internet, you’ll be relieved to know that I can participate in my, Fantasy Food Friday.
I thought I needed one of those alphabet days that all those other bloggers seem to have so I made one up for all the food I want to eat but can’t because I have to go to a wedding in Spain in May and I want to look beautiful.
But, I will save it for another Friday as I need to eat real food right now and my fantasy food will just make me jealous.