Clay Tags

Clay Tags

I have been cleaning and tidying all day today due to having yet another rent inspection tomorrow.  I was hoping to be tidied up before today but, with the Christmas festivities and then New Year and my general procrastination, I didn’t get really stuck in until today.  I have to go back to work tomorrow (sigh) as well so it’s kind of a double-whammy of getting-my-act-together-ness.

Whilst tidying up, it is a general habit of mine to get distracted by anything and everything.  Mostly, I get distracted by my own stuff.  I find things I had forgotten about – unfinished projects, supplies I never put away, bits and pieces that are supposed to be part of something but never made it that far.  Today I found, amongst other things, these clay tags I had been making MONTHS ago to put on Christmas presents.

They’re just made from air-dry clay, rolled out fairly thick (to prevent breakage), pierced with a skewer, allowed to dry out and then stamped on with various phrases and sentiments.  Easy-peasy.  Now if only I had remembered to use them 🙂

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Worried that I will forget them again, I put one of them on the outside of the basket I have stowed them in – as a visual clue to what’s inside.  There’s not telling if that will actually help me remember…I could stamp “do the dishes” on my forehead and I probably wouldn’t remember to do them, so there’s no guaranteeing this will help me in this instance either.  But here’s hoping, I guess.

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So, I am aching and tired and over the whole cleaning scenario.  I even weeded the garden and did ironing today (!) so my body is basically going “what the hell???”  and hurting left, right and centre.  My feet are confused, due to me being on them all day, too.  Being tidy – it’s not good for you.  I think it is actually a health hazard 🙂

Hope you’ve had a productive day x

Quote for the Day : Learning to Fly

Quote for the Day : Learning to Fly

“The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.” 
― Douglas AdamsLife, the Universe and Everything

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I’ve been dreaming an awful lot lately, about flying mostly.  I am someone who tends to have a lot of bad dreams and full-on, screaming-and-waking-yourself-up type of night terrors, so to have some nicer dreams about flying and being powerful is quite a change of pace.  I used to dream about flying all the time – for a while there I was convinced I was actually astral travelling because I would experience and see things that were so vivid, and even go places and witness events that would later turn up on the news.  But, of late, I have mostly dreamt of sad or painful things, break-ups and losses, death and monsters.  So it is certainly nice to have a few pleasant dream experiences thrown in for good measure.  Dreaming about flying has lots of different meanings and can be interpreted in lots of ways, entirely dependant on the dreamer’s life and current worries/hopes/stresses.  As I seem to be flying along quite happily, apart from a few wonky starts or inability to get off the ground, I think mine are saying I’m feeling freer than before and that, fears aside, I am “taking off”.  Something like that.  It could also mean I am full of hot air and have my head in the clouds.  Whatever.  I’ll take a flying dream over a being-chased-by-a-blood-thirsty-demon/vampire/ghost any day.  And the sooner I am free of the husband-leaving-me-again nightmares, the better.  Those ones suck!  Why don’t I get to have sexy Johnny Depp/Hugh Jackman/Robert Downey Jnr dreams?  My subconscious mind is so dull and chaste! Even as a teenager I didn’t have those kind of dreams – while my friends were re-counting raunchy tales of somnambular trysts with pop-stars and actors, my brain was showing me fascinating images of things like exploding spleens (true story – I had a nightmare about an exploding spleen) and graffiti that multiplied and smothered the world.  Also, the giant, evil pencil that I couldn’t hold on to whilst doing an exam.  Cheerful stuff like that.  I think it’s possible I should have sought therapy of some kind…

With dreams of conquering the world with my artistic vision (ha!), I tried making cards today but didn’t do a particularly good job (so I won’t show you – I have my pride!).  I have too much else on my brain at the moment, I think.  I’m off to Sydney in a couple of days for the dementia conference and I am focused on that (ie I am worrying about that) and all the accompanying plans and requirements.  Once that is over and done and I am back here in Perth in my little house with no threat of real flying (the dream kind is ok, just not fussed on the actual in-a-plane kind), I will relax and get back into things.  I did finish off my little clay quotes spheres/orbs (above) and I think they look pretty good.  I’ve displayed them on my bookshelf.  Next time I will make them bigger (these ones are like tiny marbles – why do I have to do everything in miniature?) and make more so I can display them in a bowl, maybe.

Gotta go and make soup for my lunch tomorrow and do some more worrying about my trip.  I AM worrying but I am trying to temper that with “you’ll be ok” type positive thoughts.  I’m getting better at those.  Because I have to.  Time I threw myself at the ground, or aimed for the sky – eventually I figure I will land somewhere and with a bit of luck it will be somewhere cushy and enjoyable.  And devoid of enormous expanding pencils (I can’t help but think that one is slightly sexual in origin but I am ignoring that fact and pretending it means something about something less, well,  phallic) or exploding spleens.  Sigh.

Have a lovely week everybody.  Fly and dream and, above all, love.

x

Noooooooooo! I’m not allowed to get sick!!!

Noooooooooo! I’m not allowed to get sick!!!

Ugh.  I think I am getting a cold.  I hardly ever get them and, when I do, I am quite pathetic.  Sniffly and moany and pathetic.  I think I hate the time they waste.  When you’re sick you can’t do anything constructive and you just want to curl up in a ball and die, loudly with lots of complaining and coughing.  Right now I feel a bit hot in the face and my throat is dry and scratchy.  I have loaded myself up with Vitamin C, Garlic and Horseradish.  I hate bought throat lozenges and will be making myself soup for dinner (capsicum with added horseradish and ginger and garlic – it is possible no one will want to come near me for a few days).  I am drinking lemon and ginger tea and am about to pour a jar of honey down my throat.  Ugh.  I think I am even more pathetic now I am on my own – not that hubby was particularly good at playing nursey but it is always better to have someone around to fetch you tissues and get you hot water bottles and look sympathetic.

However, I shall try not to give in to the lurgy.  I have one more day of my short holiday left and I do not want to waste it.  I have had a few nice days of crafting with my Mum and I don’t want to stop now that I am back home again.  Today we went to a big craft show at the show grounds and had a great time – but I will update you on that next post.  The days before were spent collaging and playing with clay at my Mum’s.  We had been wanting to make some clay ornaments and beads for some time and decided this would be the week we made a commitment to do so.  We soon learned we are lacking in sculpting skills and probably had visions of elaborate finished pieces that were way beyond our actual abilities.  Never mind, we had fun and made a mess which is the important bit 🙂

I made a few round beads that I want to paint once they are dry.  I also made some pendants (again, faces) and a brooch and a little “L.O.V.E” statue that I think is kinda cute.  They all need to be sanded a bit and/or painted and varnished.  Fun!  Time-consuming!  Messy!  But definitely fun.

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Little L.O.V.E statue.  (you can’t see the word very clearly here but it is near the bottom.
Speaking of bottoms, she has one.  A butt that is!..but you can’t see that either here)

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“Goddess” brooch

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“Face” beads and pendant…

Now I have to unpack all my bags (I’ve been staying at Mum’s and I always overpack) and find my house under all the rubble.  I want to be ready to get up early tomorrow, possibly go for a walk if I can get motivated enough and then do a solid day’s crafting as I won’t get to do any for a while due to pesky work commitments (so inconvenient this work business!).  I also plan on eating the fudge I bought at the craft show in a moment of weakness.  I want to get back onto my healthy eating so will have to consume the fudge quickly so as not to ruin my healthy week.  That’s my story and I am sticking to it.  Fudge is good for sore throats, right?

Hope you are having a great weekend, free from lurgies and full of fun and fabulousness! 🙂