Reunited with an old friend...

I've been looking for the perfect handbag. It's hard to find, but last night I achieved this.

Expecting something different? Looking for something more??

I'm still getting my head around this blogging world. but from my own google searching endeavours what we mostly want is information. You find a blog because you were looking for something specific, but without photos or video or enough written information about the item you leave. What more can I do to encourage you to stay? I shall take photos. More photos! That seems to be the key. And one day I will find the time to write this stuff from home and I'll do a little tutorial on how to make super easy Carrot Rattles for baby's, or my favourite recipes, or track the progress of my blankets and new Needle Felting ventures. Yes, more is more, and I shall start more-ing.

Home Made

So, I am still on my needle felting buzz and have now ordered two kits from WoolPets, the Bunny and the Red Fox. I can't wait for them to arrive so I can get started on them!

The other thing I am currently obsessed with is finding a craft table. I found this great table made with Ana White designs and I really really want one!! I have a friend who is a carpenter, and since I'm pretty sure my long-suffering boyfriend would probably draw the line at taking over our small apartment with a woodwork project, I'm going to see if he can modify it a bit an make me a craft table! I want it a little narrower, maybe with a panel that can fold down, and I think he could probably make it... I'm so excited to find out! Imagine having the space to build things - I am limited to nothing larger than a crocheted rug in our little home. But I really want to get a little work space set up as we have a beautiful window at the front of our apartment and the space isn't being used for anything other than my beautiful dressing table at the moment.

Today is my littlest nephew's 2nd birthday, and as well as a pile of clothes I sent him a crocheted carrot. He's always loved pretend food so my sister said he would probably like one of the carrots I had made. He seems to be pretty pleased with it, from what I can see in the photos. I always get so nervous about giving people home made things, but with my renewed love for craft and the first chance I've had in years to really get stuck in to it I think I might start taking it all a little more seriously. Especially if I'm going to be looking for jobs that pay very little, I'll be needing some way to fund my habit!

Procrasti-fucking-nation

I. Have. To. Write. This. Fucking. Job App. Why, even when I really want to do something, am I unable to do it unless I have the pressure of The Last Minute weighing upon me *question mark question mark question mark*(the question mark key on this computer is broken)

More Inspiration of the Crafty Variety

After having my wonder friend Ray Charles over for an afternoon of tea and chatting I am inspired to look into the world of felting. A quick phone call to my sister in New Zealand was the first step,

One of those mornings/days/weeks.

After a bloody good run of feeling great for the past few weeks it has all come crashing down this week. Starting with a hangover on Monday morning which was accompanied by a mysterious swollen hand  (apparently I fell over in my over-exuberance to pat a dog...) and followed by the decision to take a day off work, meaning I will be 8 hours down on this week's pay cheque, it has just sort of plateaued at that level and I find myself here on Wednesday having a shitty week being forced to watch my manager wipe his nose and then his face with a hanky as he splutters his way through his shitty week. Not fun. I have no energy, no motivation, no desire to do anything other than curl up in bed and watch kung-fu movies but even that is difficult as there is no tv in my bedroom, and in this state of self-pitying I want to watch movies on a proper tv screen. Instead I will try to push on through, run a stupid event for even stupider people tomorrow night and just get through the working week before I can make time to complete and submit a job application. I guess I had been on a bit of a high when I was called in for an interview for another job, but the low probably started when I realised I was going to be stuck in my current situation for a while longer as the 'new' job didn't stand up to its description's hype. So, here I am, another day, a few [more] dollars down, trying to find some sort of energy to assist with the obligations I have to fulfil today while at the same time trying not to see the man opposite me wiping his face and nose constantly.

It's just one of those days, so was yesterday, where you feel hopeless and hapless and wish something bright would happen but everything just feels grey. I want to talk about it, but there isn't really anything to say so I'll just bang on about it here where no one will be annoyed by my whinging and whining since no one is reading this. Grey grey grey. Even the thought of my little house is densely grey, the confines of the close-set walls are sometimes just too small to feel like anything more than butter could be spread in there (wings, is what I was thinking, not legs...). Lost, stuck and grey - not a great combo of feelings. White chocolate is helping a bit. The man sitting opposite me sniffling his way through the day is not.