Parties, Memories & a Bit of Crafting…

Parties, Memories & a Bit of Crafting…

Well, this week has been a busy, stressful and tiring one.  I’ve been a little bit unwell – nothing terrible, just bad neck and back pain combined with some nausea and headaches – and have had some time off work which I rarely do.  I think I was just a bit stressed out and it always affects me physically.  I had been helping my cousin get ready for her 40th Birthday and that in itself was a stressful situation (you think I’m a stress-head? Amplify that by about a million and you get my cousin…) with drama after drama, dresses not arriving, worries about catering, finding wait-staff etc etc turning what should have been a nice backyard celebration into a full-on spectacle.  It all ended up perfect of course – the long-awaited dress (bought on Ebay) turned up the day of the party, the food was all gorgeous and there was plenty of it, wait-staff were booked and performed admirably and everyone who attended had a great time and went to great effort with their outfits (it was a “Fire and Ice” theme).  I cannot say I enjoy parties.  I try to, I really do, but I just don’t get them.  I’m just really uncomfortable and nervous and shy (ugh – I hate saying that; it sounds so lame and childish) and I hate the noise (God, I am so old!) and trying to talk to people by yelling and having to be sociable.  So, really, I am just a party-pooper.  I don’t drink so I tend to feel a bit of an outcast around all the other people who are generally drinking, or already drunk.  I’m not saying you have to drink to have a good time – far from it – but sometimes being a non-drinker kinda places you at a disadvantage.  I don’t want to drink and even if I was able to have alcohol, I wouldn’t anyway because I am always the one driving.  Plus, I am a control freak and don’t like anything that alters my ability to have a handle on any situation.  Luckily, my brother and his partner were there, with my darling little niece, my Mum and all my cousins and Aunts and Uncles too.  Plus a couple of people I knew as friends of friends etc.  So I had some people to hang out with.  I still managed to occupy my usual haunts which (at any given party) are a.) the kitchen and b.) a handy dark corner.  I kinda used my Mum as an excuse to stay wherever she was (it would have been rude to just leave her on her own…) and the kitchen always needs an extra hand.  I did also supply a large batch of cake pops (the bloody things took forever to make…) so I had to supervise their display and serving…  At the end of the day, the party was for my cousin and she enjoyed herself immensely with all her friends and family and looked beautiful and was thoroughly spoilt, which is the most important thing.  I think I was just feeling blue because I’m on my own again and don’t have that significant other to fall back on (so to speak).  I felt like the odd one out yet again and it kinda sucks.

During the week, I did find time to make a couple of things (I had one glorious day off work where I sat and crafted all day, trying hard not to feel guilty about not being at work.  I was just so tired and mentally exhausted – I needed a day off to recoup and regroup) so here is a selection I made whilst watching, ahem, Dr Phil…

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Little owls!  I’ve already sold a couple of pairs of these earrings – owls are the “in” thing apparently…

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I really like these green ones…they look almost vintage…sort of…

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Birds’n’berries (that’s what they look like to me – berries!)

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This is a particularly bright and bold necklace but I figure some people are bright and bold (unlike me who is meek and boring ha ha)…

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I call these the “Royal Sugared Almond” earrings…don’t you think they look edible?  Have already sold them…

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Blue cubes…

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Blue and white and swirly…

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More birdies…this time on toadstools…

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Black and sophisticated pearl…

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Glass “gem stones” – love these beads…

I also had to find time to gather up some old photos for my cousin in England who is doing a photo book for my Aunt who has been unwell.  My cuz wanted a few pics of my Mum and us kids when we were all younger.  Some really nice ones of my Mum and I was kinda cute I suppose…

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Look at my Mum – such a hottie hee hee!  She looks like a Charlie’s Angel or something 🙂

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And me…rocking the socks-with-sandals look.  Hey, it was the seventies alright!?  You’ve gotta love the Tinkerbell pinny though!  And oh, the blonde hair!  Sigh…where did it go?

Now it is time to do some laundry, tidy up my house and get prepared for tomorrow.  I’ve got a hospital visit first thing – got to see my renal specialist for my 6 month check up.  Always makes me nervous but I hope everything is ok.  Then it is back to work – hopefully for a less stressful week and not too many dramas (last week was a tad hideous in many ways).

Hope you have all had a lovely weekend and are planning on having a wonderful week! 🙂

Lyrics Collage

Lyrics Collage

I have always loved songs.  Ever since I was a child, I felt there was a real magic in music and songwriting.  I remember sitting, mesmerised, on our charming lime-green carpet (hey, it was the 70’s ok?) in the sitting room, listening to the radio and singing along to the pop songs I heard.  I knew all the Grease songs off by heart.  I couldn’t read yet but I knew how the stereo worked.  I just loved music and felt better with it around.

As I got older, I guess I tuned in more to the lyrics themselves, what the artist must have been feeling when they wrote the words, and what they meant to me in turn.  I used to fill notebooks with song lyrics when I was a teenager.  They spoke to me in some corny way that I can’t explain.  I even tried writing songs myself but they were pretty bad, but I enjoyed the process.

A few years ago, I decided to combine two of my loves – music and collage – into one big piece of artwork for my wall.  I started off with an ugly old board-mounted picture that I painted over with white house paint so I had a smooth, clear surface.  I started cutting out letters from magazines and worked out what lyrics I wanted to put on the board.  I didn’t really have a plan, I just cut and glued as I went, fitting in lines as I could and trying to keep it straight.  The first few lines were a bit wonky but after a while they got into line and remained fairly even.

It took a lot of time.  About three months to be exact.  I could only really work on it at weekends and maybe some evenings.  It was very therapeutic – I could totally switch off while I was doing it and just concentrate on whatever letters I needed next.  I just used PVA glue mixed with a teeny bit of water.  I brushed it on with a paint brush and didn’t have problems with bubbling or rippling.

I still look at it every day and read the words.  It’s no great work of art but I love it and out of everything I’ve ever made, it is one of the most important things to me.  If you took the time to read it you would find out who I am, how I feel, my fears and concerns and also my hidden sides.  At the time I was making it, I was going through some stuff and so some of the words are really just me asking for help and wishing the world was a kinder place.  Some of the words relate to specific people in my life, places I’ve been, situations that I’ve encountered.  Some of them are just lines I love because they make me smile.

And, if nothing else, if I ever need to construct one of those ransom notes that kidnappers use in the movies, I will be well-practiced in the art of clipping out letters and gluing ’em on!

So, it means a great deal to me, that silly piece hanging up in my lounge room. Most people don’t take the time to really look at it when they visit – and that’s ok.  Do you have something you’ve made that really sums you up?  Something that just says “This is me?”   Because this collage is me, every little wonky letter and line.  You just have to look closely to see me in it.