I’m told I will get over him
That amount of
I’m told I will get over him
That amount of
We are more than half way through the year, time has no mercy and the year is fading fast.
I thought it was a good time to revisit my crafting goals, not really the best idea as even though I have accomplished quite a lot, I’m nowhere near completing my always growing list of goals. It may just be the fact that I keep getting side tracked and adding to it.
Maybe lists are not the best thing when it comes to creating, isn’t it all about the freedom of art, doing what takes your fancy, doing what makes your creative energy flow.
Well I’m pretty good at giving in to a pattern that jumps off the page, calling my name, over and over until my willpower crumbles as I rush to find the perfect yarn, the right size hook and a little time to make the instructions come alive in front of my eyes. 👀
You maybe able to see that I’ve been rather good at letting those intriguing patterns win.
In turn my goal list has doubled in size and I’m nowhere near completing my goals, I’m giving it a good shot though. 😝
Will I get all ticked off?
What do think, will I crack it or will I fail miserably?
My crafting goals for 2017.
Faith’s blanket – Aster. 👍🏻
Cassie – black and white Aster 👍🏻
Mint coffee Mandala cushion for my room 👍🏻
Sam’s blanket – Carousel Blanket. (Wip)
Marly-Kate’s blanket – Nuts about squares (wip) 👍🏻
Two Aster blankets which are orders.
Cable blanket (wip)
Finish mum’s two blankets – granny squares 👍🏻 and mandala madness.
Sophie loves Lillia Bjorn winter blanket – Scheepjes garnet, moon stone, Corundum Rudy, Crystal Quartz, Enstatite, Tourmaline and smokey quartz. (Wip)
Sophie Universe with a twist – Scheepjes crystal quartz.
Sunny Mandala cushion – mixed colours 👍🏻
Stardust Melodies cal Afghan – scheepjes softfun in Ecru – for Rich. 👍🏻
A day at the grand bazaar (black and white). 👍🏻
Atlanticus- greens and blues . 👍🏻
Labyinth Mandala Pillow – Scheepjes stonewashed in Black Onyx and Crystal Quartz.
4 cushions – Spanish Mandala (one side), Mint coffee Mandala extended (other side) – (wip)
Mandala number 5 wall hanging. For hoggers 👍🏻
Celtic cushions – for Rich 👍🏻
The clock face never changes, only the hands of time.
Seconds, minutes, hours pass by in that blink of our eyes.
Our eyes tell our story deep within our souls.
Our souls embed memories that only time can hold.
With another week over, our pages a little longer and our eyes a tiny bit deeper. Time runs away with us leaving only a few treasured memories to behold.
Friday is upon us and reflection can take hold and the memories can fill these pages, which never grow old.
This week has been all about flowers, chocolates and cards, we have all shown our loved ones, the heart never grows cold.
A Valentines over and a birthday or two, it’s time to look back and reflect on our souls.
Spring flowers are awaking and sun rays breakthrough, while I give you a poem that was only for you.
As I look back upon these pages full of love and sorrow, reminiscing the time that I once was whole.
Even though these words are written from deep within my soul, whispered gently to their owner who will never be told.
I give you, no flowers, chocolates or cards, only my words that may have grown old, still entwined in my memory and the beating of my heart.
Your love was like ice cream on a hot summers day,
Waves crashing on the shore
And butterfly’s dancing in the breeze.
White fluffy clouds drifting ever so gently across the horizon,
Picnic baskets full of strawberries and cream.
Candy floss and toffee apples, as the sky alights on bonfire night.
The sparkle of the lights on the Christmas tree and the roaring fire flames on a winter’s night.
Your touch was like a mug full of costa coffee, warming me from the inside to the out.
Dancing to the perfect melody, so sweet. It takes your breath away.
Your friendship was the perfect lazy day, full of movies, coffee, chocolate and cigarettes.
Your eyes were like the deep blue ocean, so full of soul and beauty.
You are the perfect beginning to everyday and the perfect end to every evening.
White rabbit, white rabbit, white rabbit. 🐰🐰🐰
Wow, where the hell did January go???
It’s the 1st of February and I feel like I’ve achieved, jack diddly squat.
Is it because I’m getting older that the months just seem to fly by and days blend into the other?
So January was a strange month, one of high hopes, goals, and positive energy, well that was the plan anyway and in truth I was doing ok, I’m happy and have a mind-set that I’m trying my up most to stick to, it the other elements that just want to rock the boat and make the sea stormy.
So I made a few lists, I kind of like lists at the moment, with brain fog most of the time, they really help me to remember what needs to be done, what I would like to get done and what I dream to get done, and I’ve already ticked one goal of my goals list and half way through another, also I’ve started one of the, house to home goals so maybe January really wasn’t as slack as I thought.
It was though full of numbers and data for the dreaded tax man 🤑, that’s the worst thing about January, tax returns and a whopping great big tax bill to pay. 💰I really don’t like handing my hard-earned money to him, I worked bloody hard for it and twice a year he takes it away, never to be seen again. 😩
Lots of time has been spent at the hospital between myself, Marly-Kate and my baby cousin but that’s just part of our life’s now and kind of use to being poked, prodded and stabbed with needles. It’s funny how these things just become the norm.
Emotionally I’m not in a bad place, I get up and get on and keep myself as busy as I can so I don’t have to think, it’s really working for me, ok, ok, I have my moments, more so when a random song comes on, or I hear a name that I wasn’t expecting to hear but you know what, I pull myself up with every bit of strength I have in me and I get on, I just don’t allow myself to think or more importantly feel, which I know deep down isn’t the answer or the right way to deal or cope but it’s the best I can do.
Marly-Kate, now she is always a delight, a ray of sunshine and a true pillar of strength, she’s pretty damn amazing.
She’s doing great at school even though she hates it with a passion and we have tears every morning, which breaks my heart, I just don’t know how I can make it better for her and that has to be one of the hardest things to deal with, I just want to make everything better for her and see her beautiful smile, instead of tears and her fears.
She made her first horse jump at the weekend and I’m so flipping proud, well when I got over the fear of what my sister had made her do.
I know I can’t wrap her in cotton wool, I can’t let my own fears for her safety stop her from trying new things but it’s hard, it’s really hard.
I just want to keep her safe from harm but she has to live, she has to learn and she has to make the most important thing in life, memories.
Life is all about making memories.
Pretty much all is well in our little house, in the middle of nowhere.
Until next time, stay safe, stay strong, stay motivated and smile.
Toodaloo me old muckers.
When writing the story of your life, don’t let someone else hold the pen. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if the people you love disagree with your dreams.
Live your life so that when it’s time to ask where the time went, you can answer..
It went to joyful moments of self-discovery, to my search for passion, to doing work that felt like play, to standing up for what I believe in, and to exploring this beautiful world with an open heart.
My time went to living my life.
Sometimes you have to die a little on the inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself again.
Call it growth.
Call it finding yourself.
Call it whatever you want.
The key is to live moment to moment when times are tough, and push forward, until moments become minutes…
minutes become hours…
hours become days…
days become weeks…
weeks turn to months…
and time again has meaning… and life becomes a reason to smile. (Hopefully)
The process is almost like learning to walk or speak for the very first time. It isn’t easy, but in the process we grow and we find ourselves, stronger, wiser, and possessing talents we didn’t know we had.
I love that I know how to capture a good photo after many years of being a photographer.
The buzz of having an idea in your mind and bringing that to life is such an incredible feeling.
When you see that image and know that you captured that moment, that memory, that feeling.
It can sometimes be over whelming.
To me a photograph specks a million words.
From sadness to joy.
Really there is nothing more powerful than capturing time, life, heart and soul with a click of a button.
That is why it is so sad that while I know I can capture that it’s hard just to take a snap shot.
Gone are the days were I and other photographers can just point and shoot, really capturing a moment.
I so wish it was that simple.
I really noticed this on a day out with friends, one being a photographer friend.
I stepped back as I often do and just watch the people I’m with.
Seeing their facial expressions, their pure soul as they get lost in a moment.
And I’m slowly teaching myself to reach for my phone and snap away.
Watching Al with his pro camera to watching Sam with her phone. The difference in how they capture that moment in time is incredible.
Al would spend 10 minutes plus getting the lighting, the shadows, the angle right and then the moment has gone, or the subject moves just before he taps the button.
Ok the photos he did get are amazing but the missed opportunities are lost forever.
While Sam’s photos are not professional, but they hold something rather inviting, they hold something so special that you can never replace.
Ok the lighting isn’t right always, feet may be missing, or a shadow may linger over a subject but time, love, adventure, life has been caught at a single click.
So which ones are the best photographs?
To me that’s an easy answer!
The snap shoot wins hands down. (Sorry Al)
Sadly when you are trained to get it right, the pleasure, the freedom, the joy is taken away.
The passion isn’t tho.
It takes great skill to be able to deliver that perfect photo. Shame though that part of the memory making progress disappears.
No matter what style, knowledge, passion, determination you have, never stop capturing those memories, as some point in your life, memories will be all you have left.
Make every snap shot count.
Hard times are often blessings in disguise. Let go and let life strengthen you. No matter how much it hurts, hold your head up and keep going.
Sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your spirit needs most.
You can’t have a sense of victory unless you know what it means to fail.
You can’t know what it’s like to feel whole until you have felt it (not always a good thing).
And you can’t be rebirthed until you’ve passed on from who you used to be. (think I’m in trouble here as my heart won’t let go, no matter how hard I try)