Feeling Groovy!

II am feeling much better, thank you for your kind thoughts, I wish I could meet you all, you seem so nice. However, this may very well be my last blog for a while as my inter net is due to be cut off for a bit, bills bills bills, and no cash flow, how miserable it makes me, cyber communication is so much fun!

I will miss you all so much my dears so I will leave you with some more of my favourite discoveries from inter world and wish you much love for now, and I will be in touch when I can beg or borrow some cyberspace from somewhere, usually my sister or in-laws, thank heavens for family xxxx

the dreaded flu strikes!

Hello my dear friends, I write this in a fug of sneezing, coughing and spluttering. I hate runny noses and aching all over, that is my lot for the moment, dreadful flu, hot and cold, sore throat, tired and my eyes actually hurt!!! but still I write, because I miss you my dears - bless you all and love always to you and yours xxx

Upside Down - Official Video - Paloma Faith

Sorry its been so long...

Hello dear ones, I have been sorting out the house, the garden, the allotment and my family. Also applying for jobs with no luck so far, I have been crocheting and drawing,   
All the products of my vastly depleting energy will, hopefully, be on the the Jewellery and artwork blog shortly.
My internet will be off for a while shortly so I will be on here less often for a while. I have a terrible ear infection, and feeling a little out of sorts, dizzy and off balance, although I live my life off balance, ha ha. much love to you all, until we meet again xxxxx

Oh the frustration....

I am so frustrated at the moment, I need to get over to the allotment to dig the soil over, weed it and harvest the fruits of my labour. I was ill on Friday, Saturday I was given a newish bed by my niece but had to collect it. Bearing in mind I have no car (I cant drive) I had to carry it from my nieces house. Terry and I only live five minutes walk from Jodis house, however carrying a memory foam mattress with no handles is awkward and five minutes seemed a lot longer. Then we had to take the bed itself apart and carry it home, five or six journeys later it was all in one place. Then came the fun part of putting the whole thing back together, first taking apart the old bed, phew - what a palaver....
so I didnt get to the allotment that day! Sunday was the in laws anniversary so didnt get to the allotment that day either!
Monday, had a hospital visit, got home, made lunch and finally got ready for allotment time, as I opened the front door the heavens opened and a thunderstorm started, aaaaaagggghhhh!!! I shut the door rather quickly and reluctantly removed my wellingtons. Yesterday had to restock the larder. I hate food shopping !! I came home and had to wait for the groceries to be delivered ... I thought I would go to the allotment after that, but I had crippling stomach pains so I  just had a bath and went off to bed instead.

Perhaps I will have better luck today xx

I want to sleep in this bed...like the princess and the pea!

Childhood Tales continued

When I was a child I fell in love with words, I have been in love ever since. Words are so powerful, poetic, inspiring, terrifying, exciting and so much more than I am able to express. I am no William Shakespeare, even though I share his birth date, that unfortunately is all that I have in common with the wondrous wordsmith. I have already told you how I came to adore Tolkien, but Ifell for Enid Blyton first, and Beatrix Potter, Alexander Dumas and Oscar Wilde and J.M.Barrie, and so many other wonderful story tellers, I am always reading. I read 'Larkrise to Candelford' as a young teen, probably 13 or 14 and was mesmerised. Wuthering Heights took my breath away. I try to tell my tales through my jewellery and objects, but I am no great narrator. I admire the great narrative makers such as Lin Cheung and Mah Rana, their work is simply stunning and awe inspiring to me.

Lin Cheung created a locket with words from a poem engraved on it, the words are only visible when the necklace is breathed upon, by a lover of course who else would get so close to your neck... Gerd Rothmann designed a bracelet moulded to the shape of a clients wrst to be worn by his wife, the symbolic holding of his wrist over hers, how romantic and yet so simple... x

The Pursuit of Happiness

I have been thinking deeply, dear ones, whilst digging on my allotment. My thoughts often wander during this meditative process, and many things float through my mind. Today, my fair ones, it was  Happiness and how to pusue it!
The strange idea of this being part of the American Declaration of Independence... what constitutes happiness? every one has their own version of happiness.
I feel that the media has confused many into believing that fame and riches will make them happy, so people are fighting for their '15 minutess of fame'. As if the world owes them something, and being on T.V. or in the glossies scandal sheets will earn them money and respect. I do not read the gossip columns, nor do I buy the scrappy mags that show so-called 'celebrities' showing their knickers or falling down drunk, and I find the whole idea rather tawdry and a waste of time. 

The pursuit of happiness is not about greed, the simplest things are what really make us happy.... I hope you find yours xxx