Sunday, 30 January 2011

Work Day 7 - Its all about the Walls

Ok so we only had the builders for 2 days this week so this is the result on work Day 7 (Calendar day 13). But in those two days work they have really got moving on the kitchen.  Installing the lintels, knocking through the wall in the utility room and building up wall on the other side to open up the kitchen.

Jamie and his dad were up there today doing the electrics, and having a nosey...



Now it's full steam ahead as the builders are back and focussed on our little house, we shall see what next week brings...

I am so friggin excited...and I just can't hide it!!!

Friday, 28 January 2011

Book Reviews

The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet’s Nest (Stieg Larson)
The last in the trilogy and an excellent finale! I have to say though I still think I prefer the second book out of the three maybe because the action is relentless, but in this third book it delves further still into Salander’s life and all her secrets are revealed ending with a gripping trial to decide her fate.
The only thing that I didn’t like so much about the books were the names of the people which drove me a little crazy.  I know it’s a Swedish book but some of the character’s names were so similar to others that I got confused about who was doing what at times!  Also it seems in Sweden all they ever eat is sandwiches!!  Oh my god there is a crisis...we must have a sandwich.  Someone has been murdered...let’s have a sandwich.  Maybe it’s like the English with their cup of tea!
I’m just being picky here these books are awesome and well worth a read.  Persevere with the first book, which starts off quite slow, it will be worth it and you will be eager to keep reading until the last page of the third book!
I actually saw the first film the other night which I thought was an excellent adaptation, although none of the characters apart from Lisbeth looked anything like I had pictured them in my head when I was reading.  The actress who plays Salander is perfect!  It’s got some very nasty scenes which I was obviously expecting, but I am looking forward to watching number 2...once Jamie has read the second book! Hurry up Jamie!! :oP

The Tales of Beedle The Bard (JK Rowling)
In a word, DISSAPOINTING.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I didn’t really enjoy reading this.  It’s a very short story book containing the children’s tales which are read to young witches and wizards.  The stories themselves were quite good but I found Dumbledore’s ‘notes’ which made up about half of the book actually quite boring, I know there were lots of references to the Harry Potter world in there but it didn’t hold my interest and I found myself skimming through at places. 
This one is best left for the little kiddies me thinks!  

Make Up Artist

The make up may be all over my face but it is he that looks guilty. 
It’s almost as if he did it while I was sleeping, apart from the great big grin smothered across my cheeky face.  I must have been about 2 and he 4.  A work of art those scribbles over my face, one that had our parents in stitches even though they tried to be stern and tell us off. 
‘I thought it was a crayon’ was his excuse.  Me, I didn’t have one I was a giggling 2 year old. 
It’s like that time I drew a cat on the sofa with felt tip pen, although mum didn’t think that was as funny...

My First Ice Cream

My first experience of heaven in a cone. 
OH MY GOD, look at that! She’s handing it to me...what is it?!
Splat!

The result was inevitable.  I think I even got some in my mouth so really it was quite a success.  Of course I certainly wouldn’t waste something as valuable as ice cream now!

Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Gambling

My brother and I were gamblers at an early age, playing cards with my Nan and Grandad.  We played pontoon for matchsticks or sometimes pennies if we were naughty.  That was back in the days when Hearts were called farts and clubs were flowers.  Trumps was just an excuse to make rude noises and everyone always wanted to be the dealer in pontoon so they felt important and raked in the sticks.
52 Card Pick up was a game my Grandad taught us (and possibly invented-although this has not been proven), which I think should be taught to all young children.  Now listen carefully to the rules.  You take a normal pack of cards and the children to the bottom of the garden.  After the build up of excitement e.g. Reeeeeeeady... steeeeeeeeeeady... GO! You flick or throw (the choice is yours) the cards up in the air so they go flying all over the garden.  Then you run off to hide in the house for some peace and quiet while the kids are content running around for half an hour trying to find them all and putting them back in order.  Did I mention my Grandad is a genius?
Please note this game is best not played on a particularly windy day or it may result in the next door neighbours joining in...

Monday, 24 January 2011

Dream

I had one of those disorientating dreams this morning.

I dreamt that I had woken up to the sounds of my usual alarm but couldn’t get out of bed because I was so tired. (very realistic)  For some unknown reason I received a phone call saying that I didn’t need to come in to work until 10.30am.  So I turned off my alarm and went back to sleep.

Then I woke up for real and wasn’t sure if this was the second time I had woken up or whether I had dreamt it.  I looked at the clock but I couldn’t get out of bed because I was so tired. (confirming the realistic nature of the dream) So I kept snoozing my alarm and hoping I might receive this mysterious phone call to tell me I didn’t have to be at work until 10.30am.  Unfortunately my dream didn’t come true and reluctantly I dragged myself out of bed 5 snoozes later a little bemused.

Often when I wake up I know immediately that I was having a dream but I cannot for the life of me remember what happened, occasionally remembering snippets here and there of something which might have happened.  It is not usual for me to remember an entire dream and then be unsure if I was dreaming or not. Just plain weird.

Sunday, 23 January 2011

Handmade Scarves & Creatures!

Hoorah I've finally finished my own scarf.  This is my 5th scarf, all of which have gone to good homes (christmas presents) but I wanted one for myself! My nan taught me to knit last summer, when she was knitting little baby clothes for my cousins expected baby.  I went down to Worthing for the day and nan asked if I wanted to learn and I thought yeah why not. So thats how it started.  So far I have only knitted scarves but I have now got a book on how to knit animals so this may be my next attempt.  I'd also like to learn to knit gloves and hats!



As I was very short on cash at Christmas time I decided to handmake some of the presents for my friends and from this idea came some creature creations! I really enjoyed making these and will be making some more this year, they are made out of scraps of materials (mainly from my friend Eve's magic supply) and some felt, filled with soft toy stuffing!  Then sewn together (not particularly well as I'm not great at sewing) but all the same I was actualy really pleased with how they came out!

Meet Dot...


And Frenchy...


Sock piggy was my first creation, which I actually made because I was bored...I know this is what happens when i'm bored.




The first scarf I ever made! Very proud of this, although it is really wide as when I made it I didn't really know what I was doing but its very luxurious! My mum ended up with this one!


So my next project will probably be a knitted monkey, I think it may take me til next christmas to make it!

Saturday, 22 January 2011

Sand!


Sand between your fingers,

Sand between your toes,

Biting into ‘crunchy’ sandwiches,

Sand blown up your nose,

Making mud pies,

With wet sand and your hands,

Paddling in shallow water,

Spattering legs with soggy sand,

Building giant sandcastles,

Climbing in to be the king,

Burying your feet and legs,

Pins and needles in your limbs,

Washing the sand off your feet,

Tiptoeing back to your towel,

Only to find the sand is all back,

So stubborn it makes you howl,

Packing up to leave the beach,

Shaking the towels clear,

Piling stuff in the boot of the car,

The sand comes too it has no fear.


Friday, 21 January 2011

Day 5 - Materials Arrive

Materials delivered today! Still alot of noticeable changes since we last went up there on wed, but the change will start to slow down a bit now as they start to build up the walls and sort out the ceilings. 

The second Bedroom has been stripped...Oooh I say!


The fireplace in the front room bites the dust!



New plans for the kitchen emerged tonight, including an idea to open up the kitchen and take down the wall of the utility to create more space and make it appear more open.



Week one almost over, one more days work tomorrow then a few days break next week, looking forward to see what next week has in store!

All donations welcome to the Gemma & Jamie fund hee hee

Wednesday, 19 January 2011

Day 3 - Destruction Continues...

Day three and there's already lots of change, most of the paper and tiles are off (aswell as some of the wall).  I couldn't resist the urge to rip off a huge piece of wall paper in the second bedroom, my personal contribution to the destruction! 

The luxurious Dining Room...


The minimalistic style kitchen with ensuite utility room...


Reconnaissance day 3.  Gemma, Jamie and Carol go undercover in the dark of night to investigate the surroundings. 

Whats this? Jamie has uncovered what looks like detailed plans behind enemy lines a.k.a pencil scribbles.  Reliable intelligence leads us to believe this was inscribed by the builders, but we cannot be sure.


Keeping in the style of minimalism...



 

Tuesday, 18 January 2011

Marks & Spencer’s Girl

 Work Experience A.K.A Life Participation: Part Two 

It is expected that you will complete 2 Weeks of work experience at school.  What should she do? What does she want to do when she grows up? Answers on a postcard, she had absolutely no idea.  Some of her friends had ideas and eagerly started applying for their chosen placement much to her annoyance.  Must she decide immediately on her future career?  Some are equally at a loss of inspiration and leave their fate up to the school to decide.  She considers this option.  The form asks about hobbies and interests she assumes in the hopes of finding the perfect placement, although it didn’t always seem to work out that way.  She had heard of a boy the previous year who had expressed on the form his love of animals, clearly hoping perhaps for a job at a vets or a zoo.  It was not to be; sadly he was given a job at a Butchers shop.

Near deadline with no answer, her friend suggested she might like to come with her and go to work at M&S, so she decided to apply.

It was great having a friend to go with everyday and share the experience with, getting changed into the hideous uniform that consisted of a blouse and skirt although somehow resembled a busy brightly coloured potato sack.  Still it was a novelty and the girls giggled about the fact that they would only have to wear it for 2 weeks.  Unlike the poor souls destined to wear this outfit for eternity.

The friends were not kept together, once the clock struck 9, they were sent to different sections to work in but they eagerly met up at break times to exchange stories.  The canteen was the stuff of legends.  For a start there was free food, the girls were given a card with a generous amount of money on it and it wasn’t just any old food ‘it was M&S food’.  (Ok pretend that the advert had existed back in 1999)  At the end of the day before they departed they were allowed in the staff shop which amongst an array of clothes and bits and bobs contained cream cakes and foodstuffs that were irresistible and only about 5p!  They considered this as a definite perk of the job.

M&S girl spent the two weeks all over the store in different departments; some were decidedly preferable to others.  The best thing about being on ‘work experience’ is that you weren’t allowed to serve anyone as you couldn’t be trusted to handle money, which meant you could avoid customers.  The drawback being on the occasions where members of the public sought out your unsightly blouse hiding behind a clothes rail, that they asked lots of questions that were impossible to answer.  ‘Excuse me could you tell me the lingerie section is? Do you have this is in a size 12?’.  In a word…No.  ‘I don’t actually work here I’m pretending’ didn’t really go down awfully well.  Not least for the confusions as to why someone would actually choose to wear the uniform if they were not being paid to.

The thought of the supermarket department had filled her with dread, but surprisingly she found that she liked it. The staff were relaxed and entertaining, she got to wear a fleece to hide the blouse and found that filling up stock enabled her to retreat into her own little world for a few hours without interruption.  Aside from that the giant fridge room was certainly exciting, if a little chilly. It definitely seemed preferable to facing the horror of being given an entire rail filled with a hundred pairs of black trousers that all looked the same and being asked to put them back in their correct places in the women’s wear department.  This unfortunate incident had occurred the previous day.

Home ware too was a favourite section being one of the quietest areas of the store, where she had to make things look pretty on display.  Unlike the children’s department which was hectic with screaming children and frustrated mothers trying to put shoes on their offspring’s feet while they proceeded to kick them in the face.  Attempting to avoid contact with children at all costs she suggested to the staff that a new display of soft toys piled into a giant toy mountain would help sell the stock.  Somehow this idea was deemed a good one & required her to plan and play with toys for the entire day.

During the second week one of the school teachers came to visit, presumably to assess how much mischief they were causing, although M&S girl found it amusing that the teacher had to ask ‘what’s your name dear? after having been taught by her for 4 years prior.  The teacher clearly had no memory of the Mexican waves she used to start when the teacher was facing the board or the fact that she was awful at French.  She supposed this positive.   

The girls spent one day together working with security in which they both developed a keen interest…in the security guard.  Spending most of the day (when the other security guard wasn’t looking) zooming in and watch the appealing male specimen guarding the shop doors.  The power of the cameras and security features impressed her, however for several years afterwards on entering the store she felt that she was being watched and found herself doing all the ‘key movements’ which she had been told security look out for when watching for suspicious characters. 

When the two weeks drew to a close, she considered her experience to be a good one and the employment know-how she had gained had presented to her both good and bad points to retail.  She made a vow with herself to never work in a clothes shop as she shuddered at the thought of black trousers.  She could not have known at that point that she was about to embark on a detailed discovery in the realm of retail over the next eight years.

Robert & Gemma's Sweet Shop

Ever dreamed of having your own sweet shop? Well we were lucky enough to have one.  It was called Robert & Gemma's Sweet Shop, quite an original name I felt.  We had a proper counter with a brick front and even a parasol shade over the top.


The right equipment is imperative for a shop so we only had the best.  Scales to weigh the sweets, a till that actually went 'ping' when you opened it and an old fashioned telephone.  Not forgetting the sweet jars (which were mainly empty, some contained pasta for effect), some random kellogs Honey snack cereals and even some golden virginia tabacco.


This was no ordinary Fisher Price gizmo, the sweet shop was made by my grandad and he was one of our regular customers, along with my nan and my mum.  I think the tabacco may have been his idea too...



The worst thing about working in a shop is when people get all impatient when you have to answer the phone and we were forever running out of change.

Day 1 - Demolition!


Woohoo the manky bath is no more!

Kitchen looks even smaller with nothing in it, not sure how thats possible...

We popped up there last night to take a sneaky peak at what the builders have been up to on day 1.  Kitchen and bathroom pretty much gutted, lots of tiles to come off though that will take a while! Excited that it has finally started! Looking forward to going up every few days and seeing it take shape...Yay our little house!

Wednesday, 12 January 2011

ALL SYSTEMS GO!

And we’re off! Builders know their objective, costing’s are being drawn up as I type and work will commence on Monday! Half of me is saying Eek! The other half… BRING IT ON! Rip out the old and in with the new, let’s do this thing!! Wave goodbye to the bank balance but say hello to a shiny new house!

I feel close to exhaustion this week when I get home from work and its only Wednesday.  And nothing has really started yet. But there is a lot going on, especially in my head.  Is it possible for your brain to be exhausted?

Doing my bit…

Marsden March

I have signed up for a 14 mile walk in March for the Royal Marsden.  The route will take us through London starting at the Royal Marsden Hospital in Chelsea and the finish line will be eagerly awaiting us at their hospital in Sutton.  I am in part doing this as an incentive to get fitter in 2011 but the main reason I am doing it is for the cause.  I will be walking alongside my friend Colette and her family.  Colette and I have been friends for as long as I can remember, ever since infant’s school.  Me & Rob grew up with Colette and her brother Richard.  The Royal Marsden has been part of Colette’s life, treating several of her family members who have been diagnosed with Breast Cancer over recent years.  Colette’s brother Richard was diagnosed with Leukaemia at the age of 3 and received a transplant on his 4th Birthday.  He sadly passed away at the age of 15 when Colette and I were 13.  The Royal Marsden have provided support and treatment for Colette’s family as they do for thousands of people every year.  For this I am very grateful. 

When Letty told me she was doing the walk, I jumped at the chance.  I wanted to support her and also could see this as a real challenge to achieve something personally.  14 miles will be by far the longest walk I have ever done.  I have now as a result of this started walking like a maniac (well for a week so far) and am trying to walk everywhere I can, where I might usually take a bus as well as a few impromptu walks around the delights of a cold and wet Croydon with Letty.  I have even managed to get out of bed early enough to walk into Croydon for work (that was not a misprint, although cannot guarantee how long this enthusiasm will last).

I am a firm believer in the words of Mr Tesco ‘Every little helps’.  If you so wish to donate a little something or a large something please follow my just giving link, your support will be very much appreciated and will be rewarded by future blogs of me recounting tales of aching legs and blisters. J




 

Friday, 7 January 2011

ZZzzzz

I can't sleep.

Too many things going round in my head.

What I need to do.

Where I am going.

Making lists inside my head.

Trying to program my mind to remember,

To write them down tommorrow.

It would be quicker to write them down now.

So I don't have to think about it.

But I don't.

My bed is comfortable.

But i'm fidgeting.

Thinking about wanting to go to sleep.

Thinking about not being able to.

Thursday, 6 January 2011

Paper Round Girl

Work Experience A.K.A Life Participation: Part One 

Paper round girl did an after school paper round as she couldn’t get out of bed in the morning to do the normal round.  After school she would sit in the living room surrounded by stacks of papers, boxes and leaflets, shoving the leaflets into the papers ready to post.  Her face and hands were spattered with black ink, as were the white door frames around the house with inky finger prints much to her mother’s despair.  After the ordeal of layering the papers in the provided fluorescent ‘Make sure everyone can see me’ trolley, she attempted to drag it out the front door and down the street. 
In summer it was attack of the bees and overgrown gardens.  A technique developed to run at full speed up the path or to swiftly jump over next doors wall to avoid.  Winter brought an array of additional weather conditions to help with the heaviness of the dodgy wheeled trolley. Snow, wind, and rain, you name it.  A combination could entail coming back to find the trolley tipped over and papers blowing up the road or disintegrating.
Night’s drawing in meant a race against the light, running home from school and a marathon sprint around the neighbourhood.  Favourite encounters included dogs that lay in wait behind front doors until the moment of reaching the letter box so as to install a combination of surprise, shock and horror when the barking began.  Letterboxes with bristles that you had to put your fingers inside along with the paper, letter boxes practically on the floor, in the sky and sideways also added much excitement to the job.  Gangs of older kids hanging around outside particular houses presented new problems, wanting to ignore and walk past but having to enter the territory of their front garden whilst trying to remain invisible.
Christmas time came and paper round girl saw a distinct light at the end of the tunnel.  Eagerly she knocked on some doors of friendly neighbours to introduce herself as the paper girl who works so hard not to shred their paper as it goes through their door in all weathers.  She receives approximately £2.50.  All is right with the world, she looks forward to the New Year and abandoning the trolley to the next fortunate paper girl who she can pass the baton too.  She considers the positives, now in possession of the strongest arm muscles you ever saw on a twelve year old girl and has enrolled a steely determination.

Tuesday, 4 January 2011

Some book reviews to get the literary juices flowing for 2011

Books, Books, Books!
If anyone has any reads they recommend please let me know as I am always on the lookout for new stories and can't have enough books piled up on my desk waiting to be opened!  After typing up these reviews I can't help but notice I've not read anything lighthearted for a while I think I am a sucker for the dark & mysterious or sad & emotional!

I keep meaning to set up some sort of book club aswell perhaps that will emerge in 2011...


The Road (Cormac McCarthy)
I read this in two days, I could not put it down. It has no chapters, so normally where you mentally decide to stop at the end of a chapter you can’t and so you just keep reading until your eyes hurt.
It is clear at the beginning that some sort of apocalyptic event has occurred and that the land is desolate but the cause is never discussed.  As I read it I assumed it was worldwide although the only country mentioned is America.  I felt constantly nervous and apprehensive reading this book as if something was going to jump out at me every time I turned the page and sometimes it did!
I think there is a moral warning in there about how we take even the smallest things for granted.  There is no timescale but you can recognise that the man and boy have been surviving for several years.  Upon discovering a single can of coke, the boy does not even know what it is, suggesting he had been just a baby when the mysterious disaster occurred.
The descriptive wording makes you feel the father’s determination and courage but also the constant fear.  They are aiming for a particular place, travelling along the road but they are not even sure there is anything where they are headed.
I watched the film a bit concerned it might ruin the beauty of the book but eager all the same.  I was pleasantly surprised, Viggo Mortensen does the father justice; however the film did not capture the haunting atmosphere as well as the book.  A nightmare beautifully written.

Neverwhere (Neil Gaiman)
After perusing a list of previous books read at the Brixton book club for ideas on something new to read I came across this book.  I was unaware that the author had written many famous stories some of which have been made into films, most recently ‘Coraline’.  As soon as I started reading the blurb I knew it was my kind of book, full of fantasy and crazy characters & creatures.
Reading it I felt like I was tumbling down a very different kind of rabbit hole, into a darker London.  Not as we know it but a more sinister city lurking beneath us as we walk about completely unaware. Nasty in places, but also magical and obscure it is the place where monsters hide under the train tracks waiting for someone to stand too close to the edge.  It is all centred around Richard who one day finds himself in this ‘other’ London.
I really liked the obscurity and that the author seemed to have no bounds on his imagination, like he just poured loads of stuff out of his head and included it all even though some of it is bizarre.  I also loved that it was based in London as there are places to relate to.
Something alternative to read, I definitely recommend!

The Book Thief (Markas Zusak)
This is a beautiful book and very memorable.  When someone asks me if I have read a good book lately this pops straight into my head even though I read it over a year ago.  It is something I will re-read in a few years time.
It’s a very sad cleverly written story, based in Nazi Germany and is narrated by Death himself.  A tragic story with glimmers of heart warming moments combined with the horror and shock of the times it describes.  The central character is Liesel, a little girl who steals books and who is just trying to grow up in this troubled country.
Being Deaths ‘diary’ as it is sometimes described, it sounds like it would be strange but it is written in such a way that it holds your attention.  It is about how Death see’s the world and him having no choice in the lives he has to take.
It has wit and quirkiness too but it is ultimately a tearjerker.  I cannot recommend this book enough; it is unlike anything else I have read.

Notes on a Scandel (Zoe Heller)
I bought this book at a church book fair.  I had already seen the film and thought it might make an interesting read. 
When a new teacher joins the school where Barbara works she takes her under her wing and enlists her as a close friend convinced that it is fate.  As it slowly unravels you being to see Barbara’s obsessive behaviour and controlling nature as she manipulates Sheba.  Weaved into the story is Sheba’s affair with a 15 year old pupil and how Barbara uses this to reel Sheba in closer.  The story is written from Barbara’s take on things like a diary.
I like the way things start to unravel and whirl out of control almost as if Barbara had planned everything that was going to happen.  It is a sad story about loneliness and obsession and there is a sense that history is going to repeat itself.
I think it is worth a read, the film was also a good adaptation, Judy Dench makes an outstanding somewhat creepy Barbara.  Although a different ending both worked quite well and could lead you to similar conclusions of character.

Her Fearful Symmetry (Audrey Niffeneger)
I had long awaited this book and had high expectations being the second book by Niffeneger, the author of one of my favourite books the Time Travellers Wife.  It did not live up to my expectations but is none the less worthy of a read and has an original story.
Centred around twins Julia and Valentina, I found I was more drawn to other characters rather than the girls.  Martin for example, the guy in the flat upstairs who has obsessive compulsive disorder and had not stepped outside for several years.
The ghost story it becomes later on had a low believability factor for me.  The Time Travellers wife’s story was not realistic as it was based on time travel, but for some reason it was still believable and made you question whether it were possible, whereas with her fearful symmetry it almost seemed a bit daft. 
The fact that the girls were mirror twins, both symmetrical inside and out (ones organs were on the opposite side of their body) was a really interesting idea but it could have been explored more and had more relevance on the story itself.
There were some good twists and I still found it enjoyable to read but it was disappointing for my high expectations.

The Angel’s Game (Carols Ruiz Zafon)
You now Corelli isn’t human and you can tell that David knows this deep down but is scared to admit it to himself because he doesn’t know what else he can be.  The way Corelli is described with his wolfish grin and extraordinarily fast movements is written in such an eerie way that I could picture him and it played on my mind when I put down the book.
I hadn’t read the blurb so I didn’t know what it was about.  I read it because I had read his previous book Shadow in the wind and loved it.  I wasn’t disappointed; it was unexpectedly dark and haunting.  I found myself reading it at night before I went to sleep and thinking I should stop but it was so good I kept reading on regardless.
Books about the mysteries of books themselves seem to have a certain charm and this one was equally as original and intriguing as others I have read.  The mysterious tale is based back in Barcelona once more and the cemetery of forgotten books returns.  I loved the fact that I could picture some of the locations in the book having been to Barcelona twice it made it all the more eerie.  I would love to go again and come across a cemetery of forgotten books! I wonder if a place like that really exists...

The Girl who Played with Fire (Stieg Larson)
The first book ‘Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’ was very slow to start with and took me a while to get into.  But once it got going it was excellent.  So being a trilogy I had to read the next book.  The Girl who played with fire was fantastic from beginning to end.
I think it was already better than the first because straight away the main characters were already established and familiar.  The story just kept twisting and adding new elements to the mysterious investigation.  It kept me guessing although I had an inkling as to whether Salander was guilty or not.  At times I could not imagine how she was going to get herself out of the situations she was in. 
The ending brought the main storyline to a head but still ended on a cliff hanger making me immediately frustrated and wanting to delve straight into the next book.  Some great new characters were introduced and a twisted plot, but also an insight into Salander’s life and childhood which has been a mystery up until this point.
A strong heroine of a different sort, the woman who hates men-who hate women.  You would not want to mess with her! Cannot wait to finish the next instalment which I have started reading and then to watch Salander kicking arse on screen.

*Fanfare please* My first Blog

I’ve seen other people’s blogs over the last few years and always thought maybe I should jump on the band wagon.  The truth is I kind of have my own little blog on paper-yes I still use pen and paper.  Every now and then I sit down and write something, not like a diary but it might be a poem or a story about a memory or something random.  I’ve also started writing book reviews and keeping a list of all the books I have been reading.  I’ve decided to start sharing this information with the world, with anyone who might be interested.  I don’t really mind if no one reads it or is interested but as I jot things down or create something it brings with it a sense of accomplishment. 

I am a creative person.  Since I was little I have always felt a kind of pressure to use the potential I have.  It is not a pressure which has been put on me by anyone, but myself and how I feel.  Although at college there was definitely some degree of pressure and expectation that if I didn’t get the perfect ‘arty’ job that I would be stuck in the realm of retail boredom forever.  I have in the past felt like I am somehow not fulfilling my purpose if my job is not to be a creative person.  Throughout my life I have come across others who have similar feelings and these people have helped me to make personal discoveries.   

I have come to realise that it is the person that makes them creative not their job.  Everything a person does and thinks makes up who they are.  The writing, the doodles, the photography, the way I think, I am being me, I am fulfilling my purpose.  I am creative in my approach to how I do my work even if my job is not typically ‘creative’.

Definition of an Artist: A person who creates Art

I am an Artist

This year is to be an adventure.  A new house and in some aspects a new life.  I am welcoming the change.  Moving out for the first time away from my family who I have lived with for the 26 years of my life and moving in with Jamie.  Finally the independence and space that I need is almost in reach, it is exciting but also strange, I may be in danger of becoming a real grown up.  I don’t have any illusions that this is going to be easy.  I have been with Jamie for so long that I can’t imagine not being with him, but we have not lived together before, I am sure there will be many habits and discoveries made along the way which take both of us by surprise.  We know each other as well as you can know anyone in 8 years but it will be a new adventure to live together and share our lives in this new way.

As everyone keeps reminding us moving and having work done will no doubt be very stressful and we have all this ahead of us, hopefully about to begin in the next few weeks.  But I am so excited, we have waited this long and been so patient that I know we can wait the next few months to make the house exactly how we want it before we move in.  Most nights it take me ages to fall asleep now as my head is full to bursting with thoughts about everything. About life, about what lies ahead, about what colour the walls are going to be.  Kitchen appliances and tea towels have become interesting, I fear I am turning into one of those ‘adults’.  Suddenly the things which seemed dull around the house and have held no meaning to me all these years are becoming exciting because I am buying them, they are for ‘our’ house.  Who could have foreseen Jamie and I getting excited about buying an Iron and a slow cooker in the January sales but alas it has happened!  No doubt once I start to use these things on a daily basis the novelty will start to wear off! But for now everything is just that, a novelty.  I like the way that feels!

I am going to continue the Wedding photography this year with the hopes of getting more bookings.  The more experience I get, the more weddings I do will hopefully lead to more bookings.  Oh for photography to be my day job now that would be a dream! Who knows one day maybe…watch this space.

I will fill this blog with random thoughts and scribbles along with some artwork, photos etc. some new some old.  Who knows this blog may keep me sane through the crazy year ahead.  Even writing this page has made me want to continue with it, see this was a good idea…