Valentines Day

I got woken this morning at some ungodly hour....
Ok, it was only about 8am, but it was my day off , and the girls weren't at school, so 8am IS ungodly so far as I'm concerned.
....by my phone going off in its text mode.

Now the only reason i get texts is if plans suddenly get changed, or if its work.
So i dragged myself out of bed and looked at it.
Nothing.
Sweet Fanny Adams.

I'm not sure what the hell was going on with it.

However, back to Valentines Day.

Dave is a sweet traditionalist and always gets me a dozen Red roses.
And this year they were added to with chocs, champagne and a sweet little teddy.
:D


I know its daft, but it means a lot to me that he does this.

I was reading one of my online friends blogs and she was writing about how it makes her feel on edge when she sees people walking near her house with flowers because each year she hopes that her husband will get her just a single rose, and each year she knows that he won't but she still hopes.

So this year I made sure that he knows how much I appreciate that he does this.

And we've just got back from seeing this.



And it was absolutely AWESOME.

Go and see it NOW.
:D :D :D

Time.

Isn't it strange the way that time moves?
Some days it passes with a steady, even beat.
Others its erratic, jumping from quick to static and back again.
It depends how aware of its passage we are I think.

Right now I'm trying to make sure that I spend my time doing the correct things.

Not as easy as you'd think.

I have so many good intentions.

Plans to DO things.
To draw, knit, sew, design, write....

But what do I do?

I spend the evening playing spider and trawling round myspace.
Brain disengaged from anything but the most basic of function.

Ok, so i've also been checking out some new [ to me] bands, but thats hardly 'doing' is it?

I feel like I'm treading water right now, unable to move forwards and yet having to work so hard to stay where I am.

Note
i don't normally edit my blogs, but I have to admit to tweaking this one a day later.
It just goes to show that you should never post when you're feeling particularly down.

Found

The first made me feel sad.
The second had me grinning .
And hitting the bookmark.
:D

Bleeding as an art form

This guy came to my attention today.
His name is Franco B...there's a link in my stuff bit...and he's a friend of a Rep I met today.
She's an amazing girl in her own right, but we got to talking about non work related stuff and she mentioned him.
From what it says on his site he's stopped performing in the same way for the time being but i found myself fascinated by my reactions to what she was saying about his performance art.

I was equally horrified, astounded and intrigued at what he did.
Simply, he would be naked, covered in white body paint, with catheters insered into his body so that as he walked up and down a catwalk covered with white fabric his blood would drip/run/spray? onto the whiteness and form patterns.

I felt as if I ought to be shocked and appalled and yet i wasn't really.
He is not being coerced.
He is not mentally incapacitated [ or at least, so far as I know he's not ]
So surely its up to him what he does with his own body?

And yet.....
I'm not sure if I could have gone and watched him perform.

Do they breed or what??????

I'm clearing out my bedroom so that i can see what I actually have, and so that i can finally get it decorated.
Only 7 years after we moved in.....
But hey, thats not bad going for me ;)

And all i keep finding are coathangers.
Lots and lots of them.
Tucked into places that a coathanger shouldn't be.

The ones on that rail aren't even half of them!!!!

Ah well, I'll bag 'em up and put them out and hope someone takes them.
If not our binnies are nice and they wont leave them behind when they take the rest of our rubbish on wednesday.

I've been cutting stuff up too.
Cards and fabric mainly.
Cards, so that i can recycle them into my own.
Fabric because I intend to start patchworking this year.
I'm a terrible hoarder of fabric you see.
I get all ooohey and aaaaahey over fabric that feels or looks good, and i can't bear to throw it out.
And since the recycling banks will just mash it all up, I though that it was time for me to use it up.
Especially since over Xmas i saw some throws and bedspreads in patchworked simple designs that were retailing at nearly £200!!!!!!!!
And hell, i had nicer fabrics than that in my box at home, so 2007 is going to be a crafty year for me I think.

And it'll give me something else to do on my day off if I don't want to trek up to London.

Yeah yeah...I know the good weather is coming and that I love wandering around Soho and the Galleries in the sun.
Well, not that the galleries are in the open, but stop nit picking..you know what i mean.

But its about time i actually DID the stuff that i enjoy as much as that.

Wish me luck.