Little Box of Echeveria (and sneaky snacks)

Little Box of Echeveria (and sneaky snacks)

I have gone from hardly posting at all to posting A LOT this week.  It won’t last, I’m sure.  Get it while it’s hot!

Potted up this little ceramic box with a bunch of Echeveria pups I had propagated.  One of my colleagues at work is turning the big 7-0 this week and I wanted to get her a little something for her office.  I had planned on buying an orchid, but the shops only seemed to have enormous ones that were out of my price range, so I decided to pot up a few succulents for her in a nice pot.  Found these weeny square ceramic pots at Bunnings for less than $4.  I was going to put in a few different varieties of succulent, but then I decided to just use the echeverias, although there are several different colours.  They will eventually grow to big for the pot but for a little while they will be happy enough.  It annoys me when plant pots are made with no hole in them for drainage.  I realise the do this so that water doesn’t leak out all over your precious heirloom tablecloth or whatever, but still… I just put a load of gravel or other free-draining material in the bottom to prevent any root-rot.

It’s cute – I hope she likes it.  Everything makes her sneeze and cough, so I had to get something that wouldn’t flower heaps or have lots of pollen.  I figure I am pretty safe with these little guys.

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I’m also making some chocolate oat cookies (these) to take to work for everyone to share.  I hate to admit it, but I ate half of the batter before it even made it to the oven.  Because I am an idiot.  Who shouldn’t eat chocolate. Le Sigh.  Sometimes, my brain switches off.  Actually, more truthfully, most days it doesn’t switch on in the first place.  I have been trying to be good lately and not eat bad stuff but it is a losing battle.  I didn’t go for a walk today so can’t even say “at least I exercised”. I wanted to have lost a couple of kilos by the time my annual renal appointment came up at the end of the month, but it looks like I will have to wear the same sheepish, guilty expression I always have when I see my specialist.

Well, I am heading into boring “I am fat” territory and don’t want to subject you to that yawn-fest, so I shall go.

Hope your day has been happy and guilt-free.  Or FULL of guilty pleasures.  Yeah, that sounds much more fun!

🙂

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Too Tired for a Title

Too Tired for a Title

So tired.  Too tired to type.  Work has gone from ridiculously busy and stressful to it’s-possible-I-might-have-an-aneurism-very-soon busy and stressful.  I’m not even going to go into details, just believe me when I say I have face-palmed more this week than in any other week before it and I predict much swearing and head-holding before the week is up.

I’ve made a couple of jewellery bits and pieces, for the lovely K who is, as I type, gallivanting around Tonga somewhere swimming with whales (as you do).  I envy her lifestyle so much.  I also envy her ability to wear bathers in public and not worry about what anyone else thinks (she doesn’t need to worry anyway).  My thighs and other flabby bits are stopping me from swimming with whales!  Well, that and the fact I am not a very good traveller, don’t like flying, can’t dive without holding my nose and spend too much money on craft supplies and op-shopping to actually go and buy myself some holidays in exotic locations.  With whales.

Back to the jewellery.  K wanted me to re-string a shell she loved onto some string or thonging.  We’d already done this a while back but she wore it in the water (as she does) and it started fraying and disintegrating.  So I decided to go with tiger tail (not really ideal for water either but stronger) and bead the whole length.  Hope she likes it.  I know she wanted a more natural look but hopefully she will approve of this different approach….

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…also did some matching earrings…(both pieces using some wooden beads I bought last week)…

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…and, finally, I repaired and re-strung a bracelet I had made K ages ago.  This had also suffered disintegration via sea water baths and was barely holding itself together.  But it is fixed again now, ready for another few months of ocean swimming (and probably the odd whale/shark/seal/krakken sighting).

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It’s nice having someone appreciate my funny little crafting endeavours and so, to K, I say thank you 🙂

PS Sorry – very short post but I am completely shattered after a very long day lifting furniture, dealing with clients, trouble-shooting problems and just being in a general unorganised frenzy.  Hope you’re having a zen-like, calm and non-stressful week – send some of that over to me! 🙂

You’re Moving Out Today

You’re Moving Out Today

Pack up your rubber duck, I’d like to wish you luck…

I hate moving.  Moving sucks.  The packing of boxes, the culling of drawers and cupboards, the cleaning of areas long hidden by fridges and shelves and televisions.  The complete disarray of stuff everywhere that seems to multiply every time you think you’re just about done.  I hate moving.  But what I hate even more, is when everyone else is moving and you’re being left behind.  That is way worse.  This is the situation I find myself in this week.

My workplace has lots of staff.  Lots of people in lots of offices, spread out across two sites.  So many people, in fact, we ran out of room for everybody.  So, a new building was needed where everyone could be together under one roof.  Everyone, that is, except little old moi. Well, moi and a few counsellors and a couple of extra people.  But, mostly, just me.  Í have had a year to worry about it but I wasn’t prepared for how upset I would actually be when it happened.  Everyone is leaving me.  It doesn’t help that it has now been a year since I separated from hubby and I am feeling a little bit abandoned and pathetic all over again as I fill out divorce papers and deal with stuff I don’t want to deal with.

I love my workmates.  They have been such a support to me over the last year or so and I will miss them terribly now that I won’t see them every day.  I know they’re still working for the same company and I will see them from time to time, but it isn’t the same and my job will feel much less…well, just less.  I don’t love my job – I love being at my job because of the people here. I know I get overly emotionally attached to people, I do.  It’s a bit of an issue with me.  I don’t know that it is necessarily a bad thing, but it does leave me prone to ridiculous heartbreak and melancholy over relationships that are, except to me, quite superficial.  People who probably don’t give me a second thought once they leave work for the day.  I just get attached to people and do not like it when I have to leave them, or them leave me.  I don’t do well at Goodbyes.  I get teary when staff have send-offs at work, whether I know them or not.

I am also having a slight panic attack about my new role, which is basically my usual role with a whole new bunch of stuff tacked on to it.  I am going to have to deal with clients more than before which is worrying to me (my self-confidence and social ability being what they are) and I am not sure I will be up for much of what is now expected of me.  I think people think I am far more competent than I actually am.  I am secretly quite useless.  Now I will be the main “face” of the workplace.  I don’t have the kind of face you need to be a “face”.  I need a different face.

Mostly, I am just going to miss everybody – the banter, the gossip, the laughs and the friendship. The guffaws from down the hallway and the “Hello! Morning! Hi!” as each day begins.  I won’t miss the mess in the kitchen or the politics, but I would gladly have those if it meant I got to keep the people.  I will miss the silliness and the little daily interactions that make the time fly by.  I will miss yelling stuff over the communal wall when I need to let reception know things.  I will miss the lunchroom chatter.  I will miss being part of something and feeling like I belong.  I don’t ever feel like I belong anywhere, so to have had that for the last year and then have it taken away is a bit disturbing for me.

 Obviously, I am over-reacting.  I will see these people again and I will talk to them on the phone and via email.  I will get to catch up with them at staff meetings and will probably visit the new offices when and if I need to.  And, in about three years, we are having a new building constructed that will see us all together again under one roof.  But that is years away.  Everyone will have left by then.  People are not like me, they don’t stay somewhere for a million years.  I myself already feel like quitting.  I am actually feeling quite bereft at the thought of not having everyone here (in case you hadn’t guessed already).  I’m going to have to make my work be about, well, work…  I’ve been coming to work to see my friends – work itself was just something I had to do while I was seeing my friends.  Don’t get me wrong, I think I do a reasonable job – I get things done on time, usually early and I am prompt and efficient and accommodating with requests.  I follow up on things and I help people.  I strive to always give 100%.  But it’s harder to do those things when there’s no one around to notice or make you feel otherwise happy and a part of something.  I don’t want to leave this place but, at the end of the day, it is just that – a place.  Without the people in it, it’s just a few walls and some daggy carpet.

Basically, I am being a big baby and whinging about nothing.  I have a job – that is something to be thankful for – and if things are changing a little, well, I will just have to get used to it.  But I am not good at change.  Change is scary.  Change makes things uncertain and different and just icky.  Until they turn into the things you’re used to.  And that, I suppose is what I have to wait for.  Or I could just hide under a desk somewhere and pretend it’s all not happening.  That sounds much more like me 🙂

 

 

A girl, her kidney and a few complaints…

A girl, her kidney and a few complaints…

So, life at the moment is a never-ending barrel of laughs, face-palming and serious disbelief at my fellow human beings. I shall tell you my tale interspersed with pictures of a few bits and pieces I have made this week. Basically I am being lazy and making one blog post do double-duty…

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Good news first – my wonderful little kidney is working so hard to make me proud and has gone up to 48% function. I’m so relieved. Every six weeks or so I have the blood tests and wait anxiously for the results. Today I phoned the hospital and they gave me the good news. My haemoglobin is up (yay!) and my iron levels are high (thank you, iron infusion!) so no wonder I am feeling less weary. I can’t tell you what a relief it all is. I know it might not be forever, and that my kidney may one day just go kaput, but, for now, I am trying to treat it properly and eat well and look after myself so I don’t give it any reason to desert me prematurely. The thought of going back on dialysis and being in “that world” again fills me with dread, and the longer I can avoid it the better. Now on to face-palming central, or, otherwise known as The Workplace.

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Seriously, I love the people I work with. They’re pretty awesome and have been so kind to me and welcomed me and not looked at me like I’m a weirdo (even though, clearly, I am) and they even think I’m a good librarian (not looking forward to the day THAT particular facade comes crumbling down). From time to time I get a little bit cranky that people don’t clean up after themselves in the library, assistive tech room, kitchen and conference room. People are basically slobs – doesn’t matter that they are adults with PhDs and other letters after their names, they are messy and completely oblivious to the fact other people exist and use the space too. Now, you know me – I am pretty messy and unorganised myself. In my own space I am pretty feral. My house always looks like a bomb has recently been detonated and I am rubbish at organising anything. But in shared spaces I am polite and considerate. I clean up after myself. I vacuum. I wash dishes and put them away. I help other people with moving chairs and tables and stuff. I don’t leave my lunch rubbish lying about and I don’t leave tea stains all over the counters. All sensible concepts you might agree. Common sense. I thought so too.

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This week, after having cleaned up our meeting room once again (vacuuming, wiping down tables, emptying coffee urns, putting chairs away etc) I sent out a friendly reminder to everyone to please clear up after using the room, particularly as our cleaners only come every second day. Well, you would think I had asked people to give up their first-born child. It has become a HUGE drama – emails flying back and forth between departments and managers, naming and shaming actual individuals and groups. I just wanted people to be tidy or at least ask me to help instead of expecting me to just do it for them. Now the CEO has waded in on it (probably to get everyone to shut up and concentrate on their actual work) and another email has gone out praising me and basically making me out to be some sort of harassed, under-appreciated slave who gets taken advantage of because of my obviously dim-witted and eager-to-please persona (thank you to that particular manager who was really just standing up for me but kinda dropped me in it a bit…). It’s such a nightmare! I didn’t want anyone in particular to be singled out but there are definitely noses out of joint now and I am keeping my head down and making eye contact with no one.

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Anyway, there are other things going on in my life right now that are of far more importance. A friend is having some serious bad times relationship-wise and I am trying to help and be supportive but I’m feeling stressed and quite inadequate in that role. I want to fix everybody but I can’t and I feel bad. Possibly why I should never become a counsellor or one of those people who mans the suicide lines…I would end up being the one who needs help. My Aunt in the UK is very ill and it is difficult for my Mum because she is waiting for news but she isn’t getting any from her family and it is frustrating when she is so far away. My cousin (bless her) is relaying what she can to me via email but with the time difference we often don’t get the information for quite some hours.

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My other dear friend is experiencing financial hardship and is having to put her house up for sale in order to stay afloat. It’s so upsetting but I know she will be ok. It’s just so heart-breaking when you’ve worked hard for something and it’s going to be taken away from you. Scary, too, when you have kids to think about. Again, I want to help and fix things but I can’t, not really, not in a long-term way anyway.

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My jewellery-making is going well still. People keep putting in orders which is nice and makes me alternate between being quite happy with myself and then doubting my work and thinking I will never be able to pull off what they what me to create. Such is my brain and my crazy self esteem. I really need to clear up and re-arrange all my craft stuff because it is taking over the house and I am in a constant mess albeit in one area. I want to make some cards soon as I haven’t made any for ages and I don’t want to lose my mojo ha ha!

Apologies for not blogging much lately.  I have been dealing with a lot of stuff that’s been happening (none of which I need to bore you with – I’m trying not to do the whinge and vent or over-share private stuff) and besides that, I’ve just not been in the mood.  Slackness. I know.  But I will be better from now on I promise.  Maybe.

Hope your week has been happy.  Thank goodness it is Friday tomorrow! 🙂

Dog and Cat Tails

Dog and Cat Tails

I miss having stories.  When I was a vet nurse I had interesting stories to tell and experiences to share.  I had tales of midnight emergencies and specialist surgeries, strange cases and funny ones too (removing a pair of men’s underpants from the intestines of a dog was always tricky – sometimes the offending article did not belong to the man of the house and that was always an awkward moment).  Even my injuries were interesting, ranging from an almost fractured kneecap when I dropped an Xray box on to it, to dog bites and scalpel cuts and various other surgical mishaps.  I once almost gave myself a flip-top thumb whilst removing a scalpel blade carelessly from its holder.  Ouch.  I’ve been stabbed with needles meant for the patient (cue yet another tetanus injection for me), had a nasty case of ringworm , been left bruised and battered by over-exuberant staffies (I love them, but God almighty they’re nuts) and left scarred for life by feral cats.

I was lucky in the dog-bite category.  I only had a couple in my decade-long nursing career and even one of those was an accident :  my arm just happened to get in the way of an in-pain German Shepherd who was just snapping at the sedation injection I was giving her.  My arm blew up into one massive haematoma and I was disappointed the swelling only lasted a couple of days before I could really show it off to anyone.

With people I am a coward.  I have no courage where human beings are concerned – they scare me and I don’t understand them.  Animals?  Piece of cake.  They make sense to me and I understand them and their basic behaviours and needs.  I prided myself on being able to make friends with nasty dogs and cats alike.  And if not succeeding in becoming a bosom buddy, I could at least gain enough trust that they wouldn’t try to eat my face off.  Which is always a bonus, let’s be honest.  We did have one dog I was mortally afraid of – a Scottish Terrier named Monty.  He was nasty.  He would strike fear into all our hearts as we prayed that we would not be the one to prepare him for surgery.  I could not, whatever I tried, make him like me.  He would go for the throat if he could,  but, being only a foot or so high, would generally go for the legs and ankles.  You could not take your eye off him for a second – he would have you.  Now, you may think Oh, little scotty dogs are so cute! They couldn’t hurt anyone!, but let me tell you, my friend, how very wrong you are.  Scottish Terriers may be small but they have the tenacity and (unfortunately) jaw size of a much larger dog.  Their jaws are as powerful as a  German Shepherd and their teeth just as large.  Not fun when you combine that with the strength and killer attitude of Attila the Hun.  Of course, not all scotties are like that, but Monty, bless him, was vicious.  We always treated him well and didn’t care for him any less than we should, but we were always glad to see the back of him – hopefully with no necessary follow-up appointments.

Some of the bigger dogs were also a handful.  Bear, a particularly unpleasant Rottweiler was a bit of a nightmare.  Though not a large Rotty (thank goodness), he was still big enough to do damage and serious damage at that.  He was kept permanently muzzled – there was no other way to stay safe around him.  I was usually the one called upon to help with sedating him fro surgery, a role that meant basically sitting on him, legs straddled around his head so he couldn’t turn to bite the injector at the side of him.  Fun times.  But still, he was no competition for Monty.

Cats could also pose a problem because they were more difficult to handle if aggressive and had extra weapons (ie teeth AND claws).  You can’t successfully muzzle a cat and they are strong and feisty when upset.  And claws and teeth HURT.  AND get infected and scar.  Speed is the name of the game when dealing with cats as they get cranky pretty quickly and the longer you handle them, the more agitated they get, which is fair enough.

One charming kitty we had to deal with (not regularly, thank goodness!) was called, not very imaginatively, “Puss”.  He was, to be frank, a psycho.  So much so that his owners had to bring him in to the clinic in a hessian sack.  There was no handling of Puss.  Touch him and you would lose a finger.  I’m afraid we had to almost shut his head in a cupboard once in order to inject him with sedative…this was an accidental method – not really the ethically recommended way of doing things.  Puss lived to a comfortable old age and (thankfully for us) did not get sick very often.  He lived with an ex-clinic cat of ours, a beautiful Russian Blue called Clouseau who was as delightful as Puss was dreadful.

In amongst the day-to-day, ordinary, bread-and-butter type cases, we also had lots of interesting patients, injuries and clients:

  • The little dog who needed intricate surgery to rebuild his ribcage after it was shattered during a savage dog attack.  That was interesting enough on its own but, to add to the story, when we clipped him up to prepare for surgery, we realised he was missing an eye, and obviously had been for several years.  The owners were completely unaware and had no idea what happened to the eye.
  • The gorgeous Border Collie Max who, also injured badly in an attack, was near death and almost lost a leg (it was almost ripped clean off).  The damage to his body was so severe and extensive, that his skin began dying off and he had to undergo surgery and skin grafts almost every day to repair the wounds and regrow the skin.  He had to wear a full body stocking and be carried everywhere to toilet and eat.  He remained with us for over a month and as he got steadily happier and healthier, he became a bit of a handful.  But I think we were all glad of that – he was returning to his former self and was obviously responding well to all the care and attention.
  • The unfortunate pooch who decided jumping on a lawn mower whilst it was being used was a good idea.  He was lucky to only lose three toes.
  • The gorgeous ginger tom who was admitted with a serious case of pyothorax (a bacterial infection in the chest cavity) who had to submit to daily treatment – the insertion of a surgical “tap” so we could drain off the pus and fluid filling his chest.  The most beautiful, well-natured feline in history – he never complained, never scratched or bit anyone despite being in pain and having to undergo such unpleasant treatment every day, without anaesthetic (because it would be too risky in his condition).
  • The Koala with cataracts.
  • The canine bowel obstructions caused by swallowed bones (full-sized), tennis balls (whole), squash balls, metres of elastic, bras, socks, corn cobs and other paraphernalia.
  • The amputees and the pregnant mummies, the over-sized tumours and the late-night emergency calls to treat Fido who’d consumed entire boxes of snail pellets or birth control pills or condoms.
  • The abandoned kittens and the neglected puppies.
  • The wounded kangaroos and the injured and lost baby birds.
  • The vomiting vets (allergic to anaesthetic fumes) and the fainting nurses, the hysterical clients and the annoying ones, the men who would sob at the loss of their beloved “mate” and the children who would watch stoically as their lifelong companion fought for his or her life.

There were so many wonderful animals and the people who loved them.  I won’t go into the people who didn’t fall into this category – the neglectful ones, the down-right abusive ones and the ones who had no business owning an animal or being anywhere near one.  Cruelty to animals is something I do not understand and cannot bear.

 So I miss having tales to tell and being around animals as much as I was.  I loved my extended four-legged family and came to know some of them as well as my own pets.  I celebrated their successes and return to health and mourned their passing when the time came.  I never begrudged the blood or the muck, the endless sweeping and mopping of hairy floors or the constant changing of newspaper in the kennels.  I stood in the rain with dogs on leads, waiting patiently for a cocked leg or a dainty squat.  I welcomed newborns into the world and said goodbye to the elderly friends whose life had become a struggle and the only thing left to do was grant them peace and to do so with love and dignity.  Although euthanasia was always sad, I also looked at it as a blessing – the final loving gesture that could rid a life of pain.

 The job was stressful and, at times, difficult to deal with, but I will always remember the characters I met and the wonderful people who cared for them.  It made me hug my own animals a little bit tighter and pray for their continued good health (vet nurses are the worst – we know what can go wrong and every sign and symptom foretells death and doom).

I miss having any pets (I have never liked saying “pets” – it seems disrespectful, but “animals” seems too distant and clinical) and I hope to one day have a menagerie again.  In the meantime I pay special attention to our office dog and make friends with neighbourhood cats, watch the local waterbirds and listen intently to friends’ tales of their furry family member’s antics.  If you are lucky enough to be blessed with a four-legged, furred, feathered, scaled or hoofed friend, may you get to enjoy their company for many years and share lots of happy times together.  Give them a cuddle from me.

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Bad Day

Bad Day

It’s been a long week.  Which is a bad sign when it’s only Wednesday.  Work has been frustrating and annoying and hunched-up-shoulder-stressing and I’m tired and grumpy and, frankly, over it.  Lots of unhappy people looking for new jobs and lots of managers not doing much managing, new staff not knowing what the heck they’re supposed to be doing and me, in the middle of it, wishing I was somewhere else. I was so hoping this job wouldn’t be the same as all the others I’ve had, where politics and egos get in the way of people just doing their jobs, and me doing mine.  I hate all the negative stuff.

Don’t get me wrong – I am VERY grateful for this job.  It came at a time when I needed both financial and emotional security and a place I felt I belonged.  And most of the time I do still feel that, but, sometimes, there are weeks when I would rather be just about anywhere else and get that feeling of needing to run away.  Or punch someone.

Punching someone isn’t really appropriate and I would be rubbish at it anyway (I throw like a girl so I don’t see why my punching would be any different).  Running away would be lovely except that I would be running away with nowhere to go and no job to run back to.  Which I kinda need if I am to continue paying my rent and y’know, eat food.

So, punching and running aside, I am trying to come up with some other things that will get me through the week without inflicting bodily harm on anyone including myself.  I am supposed to be on a diet, so eating cake is out (dammit!) as is consuming copious amounts of cheese or cookies.  I am not allowed to fool myself into thinking jelly beans are anti-depressants although they do have roughly the same effect on me…until I realise I’ve eaten a whole bag and then I feel depressed again and start worrying about my teeth and whether I have just given myself diabetes. So, food is out.

I could start holding up score cards as people walk past me, to comment on their outfits or general style.  I could throw bits of paper at them when they’re not looking.  I could go completely old-school and make a few “kick me” signs to stick on unsuspecting backs.  I could pretend I am on a VERY important phone conversation and speak to no one all day (I’d have to say “Uh huh” and “mm hm…” every now and then whilst holding the phone so that they believed I was actually talking to someone) or book one of the interview rooms and pretend I have a meeting.  Then take a nap.  A long one.

I could plait my hair into funky braids, tape them to the top of my head and wait to see how long it takes before anyone notices.  I could write limericks about staff members and send them out in “ALL STAFF” emails. I could go nuts and clean up my desk and tut at people who leave their coffee cups on it.  I could start reading every book in the collection and hand in a book report on each one to myself (which I will then grade harshly and make disparaging remarks in red pen all over it).  I could write a bucket list.  I could find an actual bucket and write lists about it.  I could list buckets I have known and loved.

I could give people “rubbish duty” and make them pick up any garbage outside if they talk too loudly in the library.  I could put some ropes across the library doorway and charge entry.  I would make popcorn.

I could build a fort out of library books and stick a white flag in the top.  I could sit on top of my filing cabinet and yell “You can’t make me come down!”  I could take all the dirty coffee mugs, plates and bowls people leave in the kitchen sink and smash them, greek-celebration style and eat fetta.  I could do a lunchtime poll just like in Heathers or get people to sign a petition where they think they are agreeing to banning nuclear testing or experiments on animals but really they will be signing off on purchasing me a foot-spa for under my desk.  I could walk around saying “Merry Christmas!” to people and see how many reply in kind before they realise it is actually only February.  I could write love letters to people in the organisation and sign them “Your secret admirer across the hall…” and watch the sparks (and disturbed looks) fly.

There’s lots of things I could do to get me through the week.  In reality I have to just get on with things and get over myself, be thankful I have a job and remember it is only two days until the weekend (and my birthday!).  Then I’ll have turning 40 to worry and think about instead.  Yikes.

Happy Hump Day all – hope the rest of your week is manageable, free from stress and, hopefully, leaves you in a better mood than I am in! 🙂

New Beginnings, Engagements & More Mess

New Beginnings, Engagements & More Mess

The “tidying and clearing up” phase for the week has ended in some tidying and clearing and then a lot of piles of stuff just moved to different corners of the house.  That counts, right?  I can only only be organised and domestic for so long before the inner clutter-bug in me decides to start making a mess again.  Yesterday I sat and made a few cards and a pair of earrings and another flag necklace.  There is mess everywhere but I don’t care.  I am starting my new job tomorrow and I am FREAKING OUT and my brain cannot settle enough to actually make things neat and tidy around here. So…

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Very simple friendship card.  Emphasis on simple!  I like the colours though (thanks Kaisercraft for the “Magnolia Grove” range)

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Another simple card (told you my brain wasn’t working!).  Papers & stickers from American Crafts‘ “Dear Lizzy/5th & Frolic” range.

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Another “collage” card using Kaisercraft’s “Needle & Thread” range.

I also started mucking about with my jewellery stash (as I was given a bag of unwanted jewellery from a friend this week) and made this pair of simple earrings (I’d also just bought a load of pretty glass pearls that I wanted to use…):

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These look a little “Wedding-y” to me…which might come in handy (see below)

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Dabbling with Washi tape to cover and decorate this wooden bangle…still not finished, still fiddling!  Might add some fabric strips or something…

My lovely brother-in-law and his equally lovely girlfriend got engaged yesterday so super big Congratulations to them!  I am so excited for them – they are so good together and I hope they will be fantastically happy forever and ever!  Also, I want more nephews and nieces, so, y’know, they need to get a wriggle on there, ha ha!  So I guess there will be a wedding coming up soon – just glad it’s not mine!  Weddings are hard work! 🙂  Hope I can help them as much as possible and support them in whatever way they need.  I’m always kinda secretly surprised when people get married these days.  In this cynical day and age it seems almost an old-fashioned thing to do and it gets a lot of bad press.  I’m glad it’s still embraced by some.  Love is love and I’m glad it’s still all around, in whatever form it takes.

Drove to my new workplace today to make sure I know where I am going tomorrow…I am a nervous driver so it’s good for me to get my bearings and directions well in advance.  Also, driving there tomorrow in peak hour traffic will not be fun so it’s better that I know where I am going – one less thing to concentrate on.  I’m so tired today and it’s partly because I am nervous and not sleeping due to worrying about starting work on Monday.  I know it will be ok but I am nothing if not a worrier!

Hope your weekend has been worry-free and super relaxing.  I’m off to make more mess while I still have time 🙂