31 Aug 2008
Bah - they are overrated anyway.
Had a lovely day teaching at Dawns Studio today with a bunch of really great girls. I was working with acetate and glossy accents, eyelets and flocking which made for two very techniqueful layouts and a whole load of gossip. What I love about getting together with a bunch of scrappers is not only sharing some jokes but memories as well. The stories veer off course and we get round to some random topic that flows and flows and ends up being a conversation about driving tests and ex husbands etc. I was tickled with laughter, I can't wait to go back again at the end of Sept. Dare I even mention that I had a very excellent assistant in my class who goes by the name of Dawn - the very one!!. Lovely girl, would definitely have her again to sweetly assist. She is just getting over her operation and was back into the swing of the shop which was bustling with visitors all over the country trying to catch a glimpse of her. She is so accommodating to her visitors (as she is trying to work, organising stock and re-arranging supplies). Ive never met anyone so down to earth and so unlike the weird crap you hear on a regular basis elsewhere.
Got home tonight thinking mark had made a Lasagne only to be treated to tea out! We went to Frankie and Benny's and hoped to have a great time but the food was disgusting. We could have spent the money on a basic food shop and Im kicking myself that we even went out now. Ive really gone off food these last few weeks, nothing seems to be of any satisfaction and I can see myself taking a bite out of the holly bush in the garden at this rate. Food is also overrated. Obv I can't give it up because that's like holding your breath and trying to kill yourself and I don't know anyone who held their breath until they died. And the same goes for food. You just cannot not eat. And without food in the house you would scavenge any which way you could which begs the questions: Do Dachshunds taste of sausages?
Feel like Im cheating myself by not posting a picture but there you go. Perhaps reading it will send some of you insomniacs to sleep. I know Im nodding off on my keyboard as it is.
30 Aug 2008
29 Aug 2008
Belle was pootling on the laptop indoors(surfing on National Geographic of all places; thoroughly content).
Our garden is such a dump this year and Im ashamed to admit I haven't planted a damn thing.
Mainly because our extension was meant to be built this summer but due to "rack 'em up cowboys......yeeeeeeeehaaaaaaa" there has been a delay in getting everything in order.
As the extension was supposed to happen, I thought that there was no point tending to it.
I even hate cleaning the house to within an inch of its bleaching life because this extension was on my mind - and there ain't no point of cleaning a house when half of it's going to be demolished.
So I paced the garden with the dog and looked at the "pretty much shit state" it was in and I tried with all my might to appreciate it already.
I slowly began to admire the established hardy's by photographing them and avoiding all the wreckage that spoils my space - uneven paving, weedy lawn, broken shed etc.
And then I decided, through the lens of my camera, that I loved my little hidden corners of age old plants despite the fact the lawn turns into a swimming pool every time it rains (we have really poor drainage as we are on reclaimed marshland).
I love the heather even though its framed by a rickety fence (that will be replaced when the proposed extension happens) and I completely adore the ivy that twists and stretched in and around the trellis of our dividing fence with next door.
When the extension eventually happens, Im turning our green space in a place of tranquility with a pergola decked with wisteria and honeysuckle. Im desperate for a country style garden with delphiniums, foxglove, sweetpeas and snapdragons. I want a whole row of Verbena's (my absolute favourite garden flower) and I can't possibly live without Hosta's, Dhalia's, Stocks and Aquilegia's.
I have a very green fingered friend (the Maz Meister) who Im hoping will help me map out the perfect space so that I won't want to walk around it in my jammies but in a flowing summer frock and a glass of pimm's instead.
All we hope for after that is a bit of bleeding sunshine.
28 Aug 2008
Here is my work and I hope you likes them. The kit is available to buy now and you know what - I managed to make this kit without buying the add ons (ok, scarlet chucked in a few spare bits but the kit is worth its weight in gold!).
27 Aug 2008
26 Aug 2008
Mark converted our adjoining garage for me almost two years ago and this thin, long room houses my craft supplies which I have been collecting and using since 2002. I am generally a very neat freak and won't leave my room until its tidy but sometimes, on a big job, that just goes by the wayside. The last few weeks this room has been a dump and I mean - A DUMP (short for Don't Use My Pig-sty).
Next summer the garage has to come down as its not suitable to be "lived" in really as its single walled. But I dont mind because Ill eventually get a window where that back wall is and two velux Windows in a sloping roof at the top allowing lots of light!
All the cupboards are full but are tidy and contain boxes of bits and bobs. The long tall cupboard houses all my albums and layouts waiting to be housed in a 8.5x11 album (need to find some of those at good value - if you can recommend?). Just realised you can't see the long tall cupboard but its on the left of the first picture but not in the picture. Im stood in the doorway on the first shot.
My fave space in the room - my wibbons!My clever use of space is a printers drawer which houses all my cats eyes and papermania mini inks.My third fave space is another printers drawer which houses my small stamps and mini punches. Im waiting for Mark to fix them to the back wall. Note the words "wait" and "mark" - they mean such a BIIIIIIIIIIIIG thing! And if you wonder why my boxes are labelled, its because it just makes life easier!
24 Aug 2008
The full DT reveal happens upon the 28th but for now, you can whet yer appetite for kit goodness right here and right now.
Something about her shone and I don't know what caused it but I think I rather like it.
I'm going to write more about our lovely trip sometime soon but I have not got the time or energy to write epics like the post previous right now.
Sometimes a picture should say it all. Here are some for you :)
Waiting for our bags on arrival. Yep, you guessed - last off. During the wait I let her sit on the carousel edge. Normally when I see other peoples kids do this, I think "Tut tut tut" but that night I didn't give a damn - she loved it as she was passing the time while Monsieur Baggage man buffed his nails instead of dealing with our luggage.
Unconventionally (as ever) slurping coffee from a spoon - so much fun for her. I was once dissed (by some nice pea ;)) for allowing my child to drink coffee - because, you know.... it obviously a class A drug and it will kill her. My daughter cannot function without it. Once in the morning and once in the evening perks that kid right up.Voila - the view from our 12 inches wide terrace. Not exactly panoramic but still - a terrace!And whilst the above picture display her curls drying - this is the end result and why so many people wanted to touch her beautiful hair.As we wait for a cold drink in a very expensive cafe (are there any cheap ones in Paree?!!!) she looks at some fancy fretwork in Cafe Madeleine. As you know its very difficult to get a picture of her with her eyes wide open - this is a luxurious treat for mark and I. She looks such a dolly here.And of course she takes her turn as the photographer and captures me quaffing Chardonnay which incidentally cost the same as a glass of Eau - I am NOT kidding.Oh look - a rare picture of us together ;)Of course, the obligatory Eiffel Tower shot... see, we really did go to Paree!the tower does NOTHING for me. Cross sections, however - DO!My girl set with a backdrop of the Louvre and the Seine at Pont Neuf.Belle and I in a rare together shot - taken at arms length and chopping off most of our heads!Belle on the boat - the happiest kid in Paree that day.Mooring rings speckled all the walls of the Seine. This little monkey wanted to play!One of the many sets of stairs we endured - poor belle, she was knackered at the end of the day. Infact we went to bed at 6pm on the first night for supposedly an hour. 3 hours later we woke up......we were beat!
Part deux of the pics will follow.