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| Gil Elvgren via Supersonic Electronic So embarrassing! Ketchup everywhere *giggle* |
♥ Coffee and Danish for breakfast. Crazy delicious. If I ate this everyday I would die of butter poisoning pretty rapidly, but once in a while is fine I think.
♥ Having a beautifully tidy bedroom that is looking less and less cluttered each and every day. I wrote my bedroom a poem; be gentle as it's the first I've written in a very long time.
J'adore my bedroom
It's my special space.
It's full of bits and bobs and stuff
And badly knitted lace.
It's my special space.
It's full of bits and bobs and stuff
And badly knitted lace.
I'm thinking I might cross stitch as a verse on a sampler. I'm not very good at cross stitch, so the medium might suit the message quite well I think.
♥ Second hand books. I'm always getting rid of them, and acquiring more at much the same rate. My main subjects of collection are literary biographies and Anais Nin books. Man, I crush that woman so hard. I also am hyper critical of her?? Everytime I see an Anais Nin book that I don't already have I am DRIVEN to possess it. There is an Anais Nin possession devil in my body and it needs to write erotica and live in a garrett somewhere.
♥ Long pep talks about getting off my arse and writing something that isn't a blog entry. Dudes, I CAN DO IT. The prospect really is rather lovely - it's going to be fun and all for me and I'm going to GEEK.OUT. It's fantastic to talk to someone who seems to know so much about the excuses that people use not to write, and to hear them tell me of all the possible topics I've already discussed, and then give practical advice as to what I need to do to settle down and write. I feel really excited.
♥ Mini breaks and sleeping for hours. Sleeping in while in a hotel room is a completely different fish to sleeping in at home. For a start, there isn't any threat of laundry hanging over your head and thus considerably less pressure to leap out of bed and clean relentlessly. I don't feel even a tiny twinge of guilt at the prospect of reading till the afternoon in a hotel room - at home I always feel as though I've wasted a morning. BOO.
♥ Discovering that I'm going to scratch the term "wasting time" from my vocabulary. Dudes, if I'm enjoying myself it's not wasting time! Eat my disapproval "Wasting Time"! You shall no longer rule my weekends!
♥ Sharing the knitting love. I've been reminding Jo how to knit and it's so nice to have a skill that can be taught and shared with the people around you. I'm sure I've ranted before about how I love the way knitting connects me to generations of people who've used yarn to create, whether out of necessity or enjoyment. Teaching someone else and passing on the knowledge is surely the next step? I used yarn gifted to me by Katherine and needles gifted to me by Bex to show Jo how to knit and that made it even nicer. Three women in the immediate historical vicinity standing behind her, and then a beautiful silken thread to the women of the past, including her Nan who showed her how to knit the first time around.
♥ Buying beautiful silk shirts for a dollar and carefully remaking them. Careful being the key word. Everytime I sew something in a non-slapdash manner I have an enormous surge of pride in myself. And this silk shirt is truly gorgeous. I can't wait for summer so I can wear it everywhere I go.
♥ Packing light. When I went to Chch I experienced this for the first time ever, and I am so stoked. Packing light is fantastic, and I am a convert. Only the lightest packing for me from now on.
♥ Surges of pride in myself for all the great changes that I've enacted over the last few months. Possibly the best feeling ever.
I think I've posted this before... but I am awfully fond of it so I'm doing it again.
