SORRY.....

Okay its been nearly a week since I have posted anything here,
what can i say except I'm sorry for neglecting my blog but i have been busy, busy sewing, busy tidying, busy cooking just busy.

Last week i posted about weather i should have ago at making a top without a pattern and i did. I'm really pleased with most of it but the straps look a bit dodgy :-( and i haven't figured out why yet, once i have fixed them i will post some pictures. preferably once my skirt and shrug that i made it to match are finished over the next couple of weeks.

The Hubby's restricted diet is going well and isn't as much of a struggle as we expected it to be tho we have fallen off the wagon a few times generally not my idea, i must add except for the KRISPY KREAME  doughnuts.

i have a little more of my Christmas shopping done and even some presents wrapped and a tidy kitchen and almost tidy dining room even tho neither are decorated yet.

i am now facing 2 dilemma's what mobile phone to get next as my contract is up on boxing day, and what to do for Christmas dinner.

as my parents left it too late to book anywhere, my nan isn't forth coming about having it at hers again, my mums table is really too small and my house isn't decorated yet.

Confused : writing workshop

Life is full of uncertainty but,
Id rather you hate me for everything I am
than ever love me for all that I am not. 
despite the pain I go through, have been through
Don't try to fix me I'm not broken. 
Because this is all apart of me,
take anything away who will I be?
Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past 
Bringing back these memories I wish I didn't have.
The bulling the hatred, tearing me apart.
Something inside me has opened up again,
I saved all the bullets from ignorant minds. 
The taunts and the names, there stupid games.
Life's kinda always been messing with me, 
Just when i thought i was finally free,
It gets all messed up again, wont leave me be.
But my dreams they aren't as empty,
as they used to be, i still hope, tho what will be, will be.
I finally know just what it means to let someone in.
To see the side of me that no one does or ever will.
You wrap your arms around me, tell me lies of innocence,
that make me smile and fight to believe,
that someday, some how ill be happy again.


(FFDP- Never enough)(Evanescence- haunted)(Linkin park- easier to run)(Slipknot- diluted)(Korn - freak on a leash) (Limp Bizkit - blue eyes)(Nickleback-id come for you)


This weeks writing workshop was to write something, inspired by song lyrics or titles, i chose to kind of do a collage of diffreent lyrics from different metal and rock bands to for a poem of sorts. im not sure if its cheating, but given as much scope as we were this week i strugled with aalot of indecision till i came up with this idea. feel free to leave me any feed back.

Itchy Feet.

Okay so its been a couple of days without a post, and for the few that check my posts I'm sorry but this snow has left me feeling down,alone and cold.

It's not that I don't like snow, really its not because I love how it looks all fresh and pretty, but being disabled with joint issues and breathing problems I start to feel cut off from the rest of the world, plans to go shopping get canceled as the snow is difficult to walk in, the cold sets my joints off, and the cold air hurts my throat when I start having breathing difficulties and gives me headaches.

However this being boxed up in my house has a secondary impact, it makes me want to finish decorating and tidy and then very.much annoyed with myself when before I am 1/4 way through the task i have set my self I'm exhausted.

However I'm feeling kind of inspired by some beautiful fabrics I have found on eBay. I'm in love with this brocade from TwinsMore-Fabric, the delicate design, beautiful colours, and I think it would make perfect drapes/window sash and look fab covering the seats of my dining room chairs.

But I don't think I can justify the purchase of the fabric as it will probably be many more months before the dining/kitchen room is decorated and I'm not sure if it would be to girly for Hubby.

but its simply beautiful.

I can see it with pale yellow walls and lilac/pink wood work but would it go with the grey and white kitchen tiles...

Hopefully  when I have made my mind up they will still have it on sale as I'm still looking for the right wallpaper Id love to just paint the walls but there not really in good enough condition :-(.

Fear, Rules and self doubt

image found here

So here is  my Saturday post after being woken up by the dog (Boo),
I have made in class, and almost finished a custom skirt made from black velour with ribbon lacing fastening at both sides (corset style) which just needs hemming. And a emerald green crushed velvet shrug that ties in the middle that needs over locking.
I only have 4 hrs worth of lessons left until we break up for Christmas.
I REALLY want a top to match as well so I can wear this Christmas day.
I don't have time to make one in class, which means making it at home, by myself with no help.

I'M TERRIFIED.
Terrified to try.
Terrified that if I do try it will look a mess.
Terrified that if it doesn't work I will have wasted all that material.
That I will have FAILED.
I am not allowed to fail!

I know logically that the material didn't cost that much and is left over from my other projects.
I know that if it doesn't work its no real loss, that I will have probably learnt something in the process of failing.
I know that there is a chance it might work out really well.
Maybe if I was going to follow a pattern it would be less daunting, but i cant afford the patterns and I cant print one from the Internet so it will have to be all me.

Should I try it any way?
Should I give in on this idea?
I WISH I was skinny then this would be much easier less tailoring less curves....

That's all for now pondering and feeling low and confused and annoyed at my self at my stupid rules, fears and self doubt.

Frosty Friday

Its cold out side, frosty, white.
Inside it's warm, snuggled up tight.
Blankets abundant, heating on too.
Yet still in my bones, I'm cold through and through.

Damn this disease, that's eaten away at my core.
Happy and joyful, I am no more.
So many pills, I rattle as I walk.
Joints sore and creaking, Like crone aged and weathered.
Yet I'm just Twenty Four.

Oh what to do now its winter, And the cold has set in.
There's no joy in the garden.
In my house I'm hemmed in.
Can't go out on my own, Less I cant make it home.
I long for the summer, When I'm not forced all alone.

The joy of the season, Much lost upon me.
When the Christmas markets, Seem such an impossibility.
Dread Christmas shopping, In case I get bruised and hurt.
Or my hips, or my knees, In the cold refuse to work.
Layers and layers,and its still not enough.

Oh how i wish my poor body, Was still young and tough.
I look fine on the outside, A young lady there.
Yet inside I'm haggard, chemo riped me apart.
I'm Ninety in my Twenties, Least I still have my heart,
All be it in the wrong place.

The tumour pushed it aside, With no thought for my life.
As a young lady and bride, This isn't how I'd imagined,
Id spend my first few married years.
No children for us, So many unspent tears,
But I'm still alive and I'm fighting.
For what I Feel are my rights.
Children and laughter,
And warm cosy nights.

Poem by me and photos by me.

Childish Things : Writing workshop

Okay since my writing workshop this week was short I thought I'd do another post


Childish things make life worth living, if I ever get to the point when I cant laugh at my self or have childish fun shoot me!!!!!!

Image from Whitsy

So here are a few of my favorite childish things.

• Jumping in puddles
• Bubbles (the soapy ones in the tub, with the the wand to blow through)
• Making Cornflake cakes (or any cake really) and licking the bowl
• Making a wish as you blow the seed from the dandelion head
• Pillow fights
• Making daisy chains when sat in the park or garden

What are the childish things you still do and love?
Leave me a comment and let me know!!

Hold me up : writing workshop

Writing workshop : Hold me up

Hold me up in a world where I'm drowning
Hold me up lend me strength when I have none
You hold me up so i may see there is more than wood among the trees.
You hold me up while I try and re-find me.
You hold me up when I have no more tears to cry.
You held me up when I thought that i might die.
You held me up like an anchor tided to flotsam steadying it on rough seas
You held me up when all I wanted was to let go and cease to be me.

Thank you for not letting go when I said you could,
when i would have understood had you walked away.
Thank you for believing me, in us, I will love you forever.