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• Has everyone seen Stuff White People Like? It is described as “a scientific approach to highlight and explain stuff white people like” but is pretty much just funny ethnographic reports about “white people”. I should confess that I actually found Stuff Lesbians Like first, I thought that was funny too because I’ve already ticked two of the three boxes (namely, the grad school point and the one about the U-Hual joke. Wifey told me that the very first time we hung out and I thought it was so funny, it’s good to know she’s also keeping up the stereotype. She also pops her collar at times and complains about The L Word, I’d never do that, I love it too hard). I suggest you check out#29 on the white people one, I am so, so white.
• Work screwed up my pay again. I worked 8 hours and got paid for 4, apparently I forgot to sign my time sheet on Friday which is a dirty rotten lie because 1) 99% of the time, I do it 2) If I do happen to forget, my boss or colleagues will do it, because everyone does it for everyone else 3) I didn’t actually work on Friday. So, great. I got paid like $80 last week. Oh yeah, I’m rolling in the phat cash. I haven’t worked at all this week, but apparently I will be working today. $80 next week, too?! What am I going to do with all this cash?!
• Best News Ever: The week my graduation will be held is the very same week Wifey will be back in Brisbane, meaning she will get to watch me graduate! We only get a few tickets, so I have to bring D’Olds and D’Nanny but have decided I would prefer Wifey and Jac to come instead of D’Brother and his gf. D’Brother doesn’t actually remember how old I am (he asks me frequently) so I suspect seeing me graduate wouldn’t be particularly important to him, so he’s been cut. I wouldn’t actually go to my graduation if it was my choice but D’Nanny is so excited she might pop so I am doing to do that whole robe, walking on stage, dip, shake, take thing. Plus I will get presents, plus I get to have some of my important people watching me. Yay!
• Uni is both awesome and terrifying this semester. Awesome because it’s the last semester ever, woooooo! Terrifying because it’s the last semester ever, eeeeeeep! I kind of want to just hold my knees and rock and wail when they talk about stuff like “When you’re out at the end of this semester…”, “When you are teaching next semester…”, “When you star your careers…”. How could they be so insensitive?
• Can it be next week already? I am painfully overdue for an 80s party and I’m not sure I will make it through another 7 days without some glitter, tall hair and Culture Club.
• I got some dairy free ice cream yesterday, I don’t have any problem with soy milk but soy ice cream makes me want to self harm (and don’t start me on soy yoghurt, ew!) I tried Mototo last year when I could barely eat anything and it basically saved my sanity but as my tolerance to dairy came back I went back to regular ice cream. But now, seeing as I am back at square one, I have come crawling back to it. It’s so good, I actually prefer it to regular ice cream but it’s exxy. It’s rice based so it doesn’t have that soy taste, and it really creamy and awesome (and doesn’t make me violently ill!) I am going to try and sit on this one for as long as I can, considering one little tub costs 1/8th of my total weekly income, it’s is probably not a great idea to eat it all in one sitting. Hurrah for Mototo, boo for poorness.

The Good:

• Uni went back today, it was fabulous. I am so pumped for this semester.
• My tutor/unit coordinator for the subject today is a very “Mum” sort of academic, I want to hug her before I leave class, it just seems like the natural thing to do.
• I know people in my tute group, yay for friends!
• I had a chai made on soy at uni instead of a coffee this morning, it was awesome and did not cause me to feel 5 months pregnant.
• Getting to feel high and mighty watching all the n00bs at uni wander around looking scared and confused.
• Not much peak hour traffic this morning.
• Getting to chat to Wifey last night for a few hours. It was really good, we did a big catch up and I am feeling far better about everything. We have planned a Wife holiday when she is back and August, which will be fantastic. She reminded me about how awesome everything will be after I finish uni, and I needed that.
• I made a few mini brooches and bought a bunch of barrette clips so my brooches can be made into hair clips, as required. Tricky!!
• Chatting to Wifey about beer and how I would like to find a beer I can drink and then agreeing to do a research report after I have done my own beer tasting research. (Yes, I am a giant nerd who writes academic papers for fun) Wifey has requested graphs and diagrams and told me she has already booked function rooms so I can present my findings on tour. Stay tuned, I will also blog my findings.
• Meeting a girl at uni to hand over my 80s videoclip DVDs so they can be used at the Queer Party. I may be an 80s tragic, but I am a helpful and generous tragic!
• Finding out I will be able to do supply teaching almost as soon as I graduate and not needing to have an EQ rating to do so. Hello $350 a day for crowd control!
• Finding out Ellen loves magic. I LOVE magic too, obviously we are meant for each other.

The Bad:

• Showing up at uni for an 8am tute… to find out the tutor had changed it to a 8:30am start…to find out that the majority of the group thought it started at 9am. Gah!
• Finding out the parking permits have increased in price. Bitches.
• Leaving for uni at 6:50 to beat the traffic….to find there was hardly any traffic which got me to uni quite early.

The Ugly:

• Chatting to Wifey until past midnight and having to get up for uni on less than six hours sleep. Totally worth it though.
• The coffee I normally have at uni, it tastes like someone has tipped a dirty ashtray into a foam cup and topped it up with sour milk. I swear smoke must come out when they grind the beans, they are always burned to shit.
• Eating some white chocolate and being reminded how crap I feel after dairy. I love you chocolate, why do you hurt me me?
• Sexpo is coming back to Vegas. Ick. I went once when I was 18 or 19 and it was just so….tacky. Not sure why I expected a sex expo to be tasteful or classy but it was just gross. I think the whole “adult” thing can be done in a tasteful, discreet way and still be exciting, why make it so cheap? To appease the bogans, I suspect.

As you can see, today is a good day. I am very thankful for that, I don’t think I could have handled a crap day.

I must confess, ever since work forgot to pay me the other week and I canceled my automatic savings thingy to avoid the overdraft fee if they forget again, I have been spending money hand over fist. I suppose I haven’t spent that much in comparison to how much I used to blow through in a week, but after a couple of months of eXtReMe thriftiness I feel rather guilty (and totally giddy) about the prospect of shopping again.

I should also admit that I haven’t actually been shopping in any sort of shopping center either. Almost all my shopping has been market and op shop shopping which has fueled my already firey passion for “vintage” clothing and accessories and as a result I have slowly discovered quite a wealth of fantastic sites and blogs who share my passion (I hate saying “vintage”, it makes me feel so wanky, “recycled” is better I think). Stalking these sites and op shopping so much has also inspired me to sew a great deal because I can’t help but create beautiful things.

Looking at all these stunning girls who pull off of being meticulously groomed while still looking as if they’ve rolled out of bed and thrown on something from their floodrobe has almost inspired me to try harder…to try less. Every time I just sort of throw something on and run out the door it usually looks better than a planned outfit, I actually am building a wardrobe of clothes that all sort of work together so the combinations are getting easier to hit upon but also I obviously need to dress with my gut feeling. My hair almost always looks better when I chuck some clay into it and give it a ruffle rather than spending ages blow drying, straightening and styling. I suppose it would be the same for makeup, but I usually only chuck on foundation, blush and maybe some eyeshadow and mascara if I am trying making an effort, so I don’t really know what more I could do to make less of an effort so I think it’s ok to leave that routine as it is.

Another great idea I had was to make the most of my non appetite business and use it as an opportunity to shirk D’Boobies and hips so I can wear lovely recycled clothes. It seems every was quite flat chested back in the day and no one had hips so fantastic items like jeans and some jackets are usually out of the question for someone like me with ample amounts of both. Seeing as I don’t really care to eat anything in particular I should just try eating insane amounts of fruit and veges and not bother with chocolate and other crap and see where is gets me. It’s obviously not even close to rocket science but I only just worked out that it might be a good plan, I could do some exercising but let’s not get crazy. Hooping is as physical as I want to get right now. Even if I don’t change anything right now, when I go on prac I will only be eating the food I cook for myself which means I won’t be eating much aside from toast, fruit, veges, pasta and rice for two months. If I need a fast food fix the closest Maccas or anything like that is four hours away, and even to get Thai or something it’s an hour’s drive and no food is worth that much effort. It shall be interesting to see how that goes, I predict I will come back skinny and malnourished, I am notoriously lazy when it comes to eating when I am by myself.

In other news, uni goes back on Tuesday and I am infinitely grateful, I am so over working 5 days a week and not learning anything. I am so pumped to go back, I really do love uni and I know I will be absolutely heartbroken when it’s time to say goodbye. I think I am almost definitely going to do a grad diploma at the very least, I am not ready to go just yet. I have decided to make myself a uni bag for my final semester couple of weeks, I might also stencil a shirt. I want to take a picture of myself, first day of school style. I don’t have any photos of me before a day at uni, and after seven and a half years I want one happy snap from my uni days.

Farewell last weekend on Summer, bring on Autumn!!

I have three things to talk about, so I am just going to do three different chunks because they don’t necessarily tie in together.

Milk.  I was saying the other day how my tummy is all good with eating stuff now and aside from grainy bread or like a big glass of milk, nothing really makes me sick anymore. I clearly jinxed myself because later that night I had a beautiful cappacino, it was the best coffee I’ve had in years so I had a second one to chase it. It was the wrong choice because it make me feel really icky and bloated. Not being a fast learner I ate a slice of cake with lots of cream today and had a pearl milk tea and again felt really shit. If I was smart I would just avoid dairy rather than chance it…but I am not smart. Normally I just don’t eat much dairy and I think the past few days have been particularly dairy filled so it’s causing me particular trouble. Boooooooo. Why do you hate me so?

Wife.  The other day when I finished chatting with Wifey, I sat and cried. I just can’t do that, it makes me feel really, really crap and I can’t do that to myself.  She has met someone, someone who she likes and who makes her happy and that is a good thing. She deserves to be happy, but so do I, and feeling crap about her being happy isn’t helping me. I need to remember she is human, like everyone else. Because she is OS we don’t have the chance to piss each other every few days which made it much easier to dislike her at times, but now there is none of that, there are only happy chats when we catch each other on gmail and emails updating each other about stuff and I only have this idea of the perfect parts of Wifey in my mind. She’s just human, there are other people out there who are cooler than her, other people who are funnier and more attractive and more interested in me than her. Jas asked if I would have fallen as hard if she was straight, and I still believe I would have. I was in absolute adoration of Wifey for months before we ever became proper friends, so the whole lady loving aspect didn’t really make much difference, she’s just simply one of “those” people. The good thing is, there will be more of “those” people, there has to be.

 Life. I was saying to Jac today that I wish I never went mini golfing that first time with Wifey. I wish that I had just said “No, actually, I am sort of busy, thanks for inviting me though” but on the other hand I would fight to the death for the chance to do it all again. It would have been so much easier to just have stayed home, and kept Wifey as a good uni friends, to not fall for her in a way I never knew was possible, to realise that there was another option than getting married and having 2.5 children and living happily ever after. I could have ended up with a husband I was indifferent to, and some kids I am sure I would grow to love and I would not have known any better. It was just be so much easier to not know there was something better out there. Jac told me that I can’t say that, and that everything will work out wonderfully. I told her that Wifey had said the same thing when I said something dismissive about my relationships, she told me that I am always positive about things and I can’t be pessimist about it because it’s just not me. Jac agreed with this and it made me realize that they are right. I will be hopeful about anything…except if it would result in actual, true happiness for me, which is pretty crap. So, no more, I do believe that I will meet someone who I will love just as much as Wifey, but this person will also love me back. What a novel idea! I also told Jac I need a wife who will have similarly awesome hair and I should just marry a hair stylist to ensure we are both always styled wonderfully. Kate Moennig plays one on TV, I would be willing to make an exception to this rule for her, she’d do….nicely.

No more sad sack-ery, it is not helping anything and is only making me feel like total shit. It won’t make Wifey single, it won’t make me more attractive to anyone else and it won’t make her see me in a new light, so I am going to try and do things that will make me feel better. If that leads to people finding me more attractive because I am not hung up on someone unattainable and a total misery to be around then it can only be a good thing. I think all this built up stress and angst has taken it’s toll and combined with a bit of sleep deprivation has resulted in me getting sick. Maybe it’s a good thing though, it might be a purge or a chance to let go of some of the negative energy I’d been holding onto.

Onwards and upwards.

Since I have done an amazing job of being shit at doing memes I figured I should get onto this one right away. Also, as it requires me to give you seven weird facts about me, it’s sort of like shooting fish in a barrel…just seven? How will I choose! Thanks to Non-Blondie for the tag.

1. I have incredible trouble buying just one item. If I buy a pair of shoes I love, I get twitchy and want to buy another pair for when the first pair wear out. If I like a top, I need it in every color it was made in, plus a back up of my favorite colors. Consequently, I have a fair amount of clothes and relatively few different items. In an effort to break this habit I have started buying a lot more op shop clothes to try and appreciate the beauty of a single item, just a single item that I can only ever have one off…and that is OK. I am also a recovering packrat, so I suppose the desperate urge to collect and hoarde clothes comes from that.

2. Dying my hair gives me immeasurable joy. If I am feeling stressed out or shitty I can dye my hair and feel much better, I don’t know why, it just does. I have been dying my hair since I was about 13, I started off with those little Napro Live Colors that lasted six washes in all kinds of burgundy and reds and then when I was in Year 10 (11?) I was allowed to dye my hair black. I had (dyed) flaming red hair for a couple of years previously and wanted a change and D’Mummy finally relented. I had blue black hair for years and year, and I adored it. It was like dolls hair, it was about shoulder length and I used to straighten it and I touched up the color about once a month to keep it that really shiny, artificial black. I’d like to go black again but it’s a bit too stark these days for me, alright when I was a porcelain skinned 18 year old but I am just too old to pull it off now, I will stick to my very dark chocolate brown. Interestingly, while I had black hair D’Brother also dyed his black for a few months and for the first time in our lives people actually picked us as siblings.

3. I love my bed, I know everyone loves their bed but I really love mine. It is just the perfect bed, perfect star-fishing size, perfectly comfortable, perfect temperature, everything. I fear I will miss it more than my friends or family when I am gone, and I fear I will never have a bed quite so lovely. I get distinct pleasure from crawling in to bed at night, and frequently announce “I love you, Bed” when I get into it.

4. It’s not that strange when you consider I also tell our shower I love it. I LOVE showers, we also have a fantastic shower, good water pressure, good temperature control, nicely sized bathroom and fluffy towels. The best shower I have ever taken was in the villa at Couran Cove, it was one of those giant bush man head showers that was the size of a large dinner plate and the bathroom was all marble with beautiful lighting and big, fluffy towels. I desperately want to go back to Couran Cove, mostly just because of the bathrooms. The worst shower award goes to the one in Bestie’s house, everything else was fine just the temperature control. It was either so hot it would melt the flesh off your bones or so cold your blood would crystalise with no in between. Bestie and BP insist there was nothing wrong about it, but I LOATHE that shower. I am a firm believer that if I was every so unfortunate to get some sort of terminal illness, it would be cured with a nice, hot shower.

5. There is a spot on my left eyebrow that when I tweeze a hair from there, I sneeze. I have faulty wiring.

6. When I was little, I used to try on my Grandma’s legs with felt pens. I cannot work out why I used to do this or why she let me, but she would sit on the lounge with her feet up on a little foot rest thing while she read or watched TV and I would get out my ice cream tub of felt pens and draw on her. I remember she always used to have very smooth legs so they were good for drawing on. It was one of my favorite things to do at her house, when I wasn’t sorting her giant tin of buttons and running around her yard in my underpants.

7. I worry about the feelings of unusual things. Let me explain, I call one of our cats “Fat Fat”, he used to be fat but now he is skinny and old but the name has stuck, it concerns me that he might develop a complex and think he is still fat so I tell him often that he is not fat, just in case. My cat is, however, slightly plump and D’Olds often comment on how round she is or otherwise joke about her size. I try and talk over them so she can’t hear or tell her not to listen and that she is beautiful so she doesn’t fee sad about herself. When I was younger I could never sleep with just one toy in bed with me because I was so worried the other toys might see and feel left out so I had to sleep with none or every single toy in my room that I could see when I lied in bed (because those are the toys who could have also seen me, you see?). More often than not I did not sleep with any toys because it was uncomfortable and D’Olds never really quite understood why I had to do it…story of my life, really

Really, if anything, I think it just goes to show that all of my “quirks” are long held and just part of the tapestry that makes me the raging nutbag person I am today. Or at least that is my story and I am sticking to it!

Think you’ve read everything the Internetz has to offer? Go look at this.

Yes, you will have noticed I have miraculously gained a couple of years worth of archives. After much deliberation I have decided I no longer have the time or inclination to edit 500+ pages of blog so that it is fit to print so I have culled a lot of the really crap stuff and just left enough of the archives to give me the general essence of my life over the past couple of years. I know this pretty much goes aginst the entire point of moving blogs and all of that, forgive me?

In reading the archives and deleting posts I found the one I wrote on the night I fell for Wifey. I remember the precise moment, I remember exactly where we were standing and what we talked about. Given the chance again, I think I would have done things differently. Live and learn, right? I had recovered from my sad sack post the other day, but now I am sliding back to that place. I am going to go wallow for a bit and then tap it out. I can’t keep doing that, it’s onwards and upwards, dammit!

Today is a great day. Not only because I got to watch an episode of Season Five “L Word” online (Hi Kate Moennig! You are looking so good this season. Please marry me? I love you….) and I got to watch Ellen (Hi Ellen, if it doesn’t work out with Kate, you know you are my back up, right?) AND I got a couple of texts from Wifey (Hi Wifey, you know I would marry you in a second, given the chance) but it’s also a great day because my shop is officially open!!

If you happen to enjoy buttons and awesome things made from recycled fabric, you should probabaly go here. Or you could join my Facebook group. If you want some custom made buttons for yourself, or your band or special event I can do that as well, there is no minimum order or set up fee or anything, cause I’m a nice person.

I have been rolling out the shop since the weekend, so I suppose it feels just a little underwhleming to have it “officially” opened now but I know I have lots of fabulous lurkers around these parts, so it’s exciting to think I will still have some new eyes casting over my things. If you like what you see please feel free to refer anyone you think would appreciate my stuff, I would really appreciate it.

As they say, there is no rest for the wicked, so I am going to keep plugging and update a few more items. Please check out my stuff, I would really appreciate it and if nothing else it’ll give you something to do for a few minutes during your day. Remember, if you buy it now before I become astronomically popular you can be all “Yah, I remember when she was totally starting out, I’ve been a fan since the start” and I’ll totally prefer the people who’ve been with me from the start than the cool kids who think they’ve discovered something new in a couple of years time. Consider it an investment in your coolness.

• Have you ever noticed in the newspaper there are little notices thanking St. Jude? I am not the tiniest bit religious but I think it’s so beautiful to see these tiny votes of thanks that are probably passed over by so many people, but to the person who made the ad it was most probabaly something life changing. Right now, I am going to give my thanks for the Universe. Business is picking up by the day and my shop is not yet open and I am so thankful for that. I am not sure if it’s a coincidence but yesterday I stuck some of Louise Hay’s affirmation cards around my workspace. I only chose a few; “My business is prosperous”, “My income is constantly increasing”, “I am my own unique self”, “There is a solution to every problem” and “There are people out there looking for exactly what I have to offer and we are being bought together on the checkerboard of life” and I have taken to saying these affirmations every time I see them, I figure it can’t hurt to remind myself (and the Universe) what is going to happen for me.
• Work called me and told me not to come in today because it is very quiet. HURRAH! I have decided to use this time to work on my store and watch Stranger Than Fiction so I can touch base with one of my favourite wives. Maggie, how I love thee (if only you weren’t married and child-ed). I will also eat, after months of being entirely not interesting in eating I am now constantly ravenous, I wake up every morning with a growling tummy. I just want to eat everything in sight, and then a little something more for dessert. I suspect I have tapeworm, no person can be this hungry all of the time. I am terrified I’ll eat to satisfy my desperate hunger then wake up in a couple of weeks and have become hugely fat because I accidentally ate too much.
• I actually stop writing this just to go make some pasta. I am now drifting on the wonderful cloud that comes with being all carb-ed up. I needed to make pasta because the basil I planted a couple of months ago is now past waist-high. Not that taking a few leaves off it has made any sort of difference. I think I need to make a bathtub sized batch of pesto to try and get through some of it. It’s beautiful though, you can smell it when it’s sunny and the breeze blows through it. Mmmm!
• Work told me not to come in today because it is very quiet and they expect the next few days to be similar. To say I was overjoyed was just a wee understatement. I got all dressed for work and then went out to buy more paper for my buttons before work and that is when I got the call. I firmly believe that if I’d used this morning to lounge around then I would have been called into work, but seeing as I was productive I was rewarded with a free day. I am scared to jinx this good luck so I am going to continue listing for my big opening tomorrow! I hope I also get tomorrow off! Fingers crossed!

Is there any worse feeling than being in love with someone? Maybe not if the person you love also loves you back, but unrequited love is absolutely the worst feeling in the world.

I thought I was over it. I thought I moved on. Then Wifey met someone and I realized that after hearing that it makes my heart feel like it’s going to drop out of my chest and shatter on the ground in front of me, and that if I was over her I probably wouldn’t be feeling that way.

In my mind I have made peace with it, I understand all the logic. Given the choice between a relationship that would potentially crash and burn or a perfectly lovely friendship that will last indefinitely I would choose being friends every day because I am sure the pain of being in love with someone you know doesn’t love you back does not compare to not having that person in your life at all. Logically, I know we would never work together. I make Wifey insane on an almost hourly basis, she annoys me more than anyone ever has at times, but all the times in between wanting to stab each other in our sleep, it works really, really beautifully. She is the yin to my yang, the milk to my pizza, the haloumi to my BBQ.

I have been trying really hard to lower her pedestal, to think of all the reasons that she isn’t awesome, but it’s just not working. She is such a good person, she cares so much about people and the environment, she’s so smart, her eyes twinkle, she’s so fun and exciting, she’s as funny as hell, she cooks so well, she is simply gorgeous without ever trying to be… especially when she isn’t trying to be, she makes you feel like the most important person in the universe, she can do useful things like jump start cars, she is wonderful around people she doesn’t know and will chat to anyone and is just purely and simply enchanting. Honestly, if you ever meet her you will understand completely. I want to tell her all of this and at the same time I know the words aren’t worth the breath to say because it won’t change anything. It just just make me feel lame and her feel awkward knowing exactly how I feel.

I am happy that she is happy, I am happy she has met someone she likes and has fun with. I want to know why I can’t be that person, what I have done wrong or said wrong to remove myself from that category of people. I know, myself, that there are so many people I have never considered “that way” through no fault of their own, and I know that is just as likely in this situation, but I want to know (and really don’t want to know, at the same time) what is wrong with me, what I could have done differently.

I would really like to know how to fix it. I hate heart ache, I hate the conflict of being sad about something that makes Wifey happy, I am happy she is happy but I wish it wasn’t for this reason, as selfish as that is. I deserve someone who feels this way about me. I don’t want to be in love with someone who doesn’t love me, it makes me feel really lame and pathetic which is not a fun way to feel when you heap it upon the preexisting heartbreak. I’d really like to feel loved, not in the friendship way, not in the parent way, but actual love. Not that the other kinds aren’t important and valuable because they so are, and I am so thankful I have those kinds of love, but I just want someone to love me. Someone who thinks I am enchanting and captivating and funny and interesting and smart and clever and beautiful. Someone who likes the things I make and appreciates them so much, someone who can’t wait to see me and who gets butterflies when I text them, someone who thinks that digging through an op shop or going to markets is fun because those things are fun, but it’s more fun because I am there with them. Someone who wants to eat the crap food I make because they know how hard I tried when making it and someone who appreciates the words I write in birthday cards and someone who thinks my hair is cool and likes my shoes and someone who thinks I am entertaining and funny as I think I am after a couple of glasses of wine.

That would be really, really nice.

• God, where to start? I’ve not got anything terribly exciting or worthwhile to say so it’s hard to choose what goes first. I’ll just dive in.
• Yesterday, work was somewhat better than Wednesday but still a bit shit. I decided that uni had called me in for a last minute meeting today, so I couldn’t go in today. Complete BS but I suspect I might have stabbed someone if I had to go to work today. I finally got paid for this week but since my ING direct withdrawal thing bounced because my pay hadn’t cleared in time I got a $20 dishonor fee. Thanks. I canceled it so if they forget to pay me again I will avoid the fees.
• I also got my final bill from Virgin. $281. Ummmm, no. I am not going to pay it, I just need to figure out my argument before I call them. In their contract it does not say anything about having to pay a fee if you leave after more than 6 months have pass on your plan (which I have done) nor did I pay anything for my phone so there is no outstanding repayments for that, so I suggest that they can’t just pick a figure out of the air and expect me to pay without first at least telling me what the fee is for? I can afford to pay it, if I have to, but I’d really prefer not to have to spend quite so much money to end my contract. Any suggestions for logical arguments or stern words I could use?
• Seeing as it feels like I have lots of money going out at the moment and not much coming back in, I have started listing a bunch of stuff in my shop in preparation for Tuesday. I sold another button the other day, I have sold three of the same one so far, clearly I am on to a good thing. I photographed a bunch of stuff today but I am growing particularly discontent with my camera, specifically it’s appalling macro capabilities. My old Canon had “Super Macro” which enabled me to get stupidly close to things and take a beautiful pictures but my current camera won’t take a picture any closer than about 10cm, even in Macro mode. I saw a new, little Canon at JB Hi Fi yesterday for $166, if it wasn’t for my Virgin bill I would have snapped it up in a second. I am very much a Canon convert now, this Pentax business is not cutting it.
• I mangled myself in my sleep last night. I seem to injure myself at least once a week…perphaps I should make it a feature? My latest pain is caused by my sleeping position last night. I did some EFT and must have conked out quite quickly afterwards because I sort of sleep half sitting up and my neck hurts now. I will tap away my neck pain tonight and hopefully fall asleep in a better position, really who even does that?! I am unco even in my sleep!
• Anyone who goes op shopping may as well give up now, because I have found the coolest stuff ever! I got some pointy elf shoes (possibly not actual elf shoes, but they are pointy…and elfin) and a hand embroidered place mat thingy of a horse and another smaller one of a lion and some flowers. Both are painfully handmade and are so kitchy and awesome, I intend to make them both into handbags. I saw some tiny shot glass things, I kind of regret not buying them. It was a set of six and they all had writing on them , they had “Mum”, “Dad”, “I like you” then one that said “Bigamist” and another one that said “Love is…” and had a picture of a cartoon man and woman cave man kissing, both holding their respective gender signs, just in case you had any doubts that love was between a man and a woman. I kind of just wanted the “Bigamist” one, that’s not something you come across every day. Other weird things I saw include a big doily thing that was meant to look like all these 3D swans sitting in a circle but they had these big, sharp pointy beaks like the end of a golf tee. And there was also one of those tacky, acrylic, novelty toilet seats for sale as well as a stack of those tiny little (disposable) plastic shot glasses. Op shops, how I love thee, your strangeness knows no bounds.
• This weekend is shaping up to be a big weekend of sewing and listing items. For the moment, I need to do some tidying, it looks as if I have exploded in the living room. There is currently my button machine, button components all over the places, fabric pieces, pins, needs, thread (so, so many threads), nighties, lamps, my light box, stuffies, brooches, my big barrel of fabric, doilies, buttons, embroidery thread, half sewn purses, cut out and pinned headbands as well as various other little bits and pieces. All of this needs to be tucked back into my office/studio/craft room/spare room before D’Mummy comes homes and goes feral because of the state of her house. Eeep! Is it still bad to be scared of your Mum when you are 24?