I get an email every month to remind me how long til we get hitched.
So with four months to go, here’s what I’m “supposed” to be focusing on
Instead, I really need to be focusing on
What else should I be doing to plan Our Big Day?
Some time this week I magically turned thirty-two.
32!
Isn’t that meant to be old? Cause I don’t feel old (though, listening to ABC radio, I think I automatically qualify, regardless).
I’ve been royally spoilt by my friends and family, some which I’ve either blogged about or posted to flickr.
I also got these, which was a massive surprise cause I totally intended to reimburse Leigh for these:
Needless to say, I’m feeling very very verrrrrrrrrrrry spesh this week :)
Things I’ve learned about the number thirty two (thanks, Wikipedia)!:
This post is part of Noice-ities at That’s Noice – why don’t you join in and share something noice that’s happened to you this week?
Alex of Crafternoon describes her crafting as having “enthusiastic bursts” and when I read this I burst out laughing. Cause I’m the bloody same!
Let’s see, that sewing machine I bought last month… I haven’t touched it in about 3 weeks. It’s starting to collect dust.
BUT! It’s because I’ve fallen in love with crochet (which I keep mis-typing as “crotch”, which is, erm, lovely).
It started as a big plan to go to a class through The Craft Room after perving on Sarah London’s stunning crochet work. But realised that I couldn’t afford to go as quickly as my ADHD wanted me to. So I’ve been teaching myself courtesy of YouTube videos. Lots of YouTube videos. I’ve made lots of practice pieces and about 3 times I’ve started a “proper” crochet project of a blankie and each time I get distracted after about 4 days and want to start it again using a different method. Or different YARRRRRRRRN (American ladies of YouTube have infiltrated my brain).
I just went on a quick hunt around the house for random crochet pieces and this is what I found:
There’s more. I just can’t find it all. Some have been stolen by the cats to be used as playthings. So I guess all is not lost.
I went through a knitting phase about four years ago (I made three scarves). Sewing is clearly out for the time being and I’m wondering how long the crochet will survive. I currently take crochet wherever I go, on lunch dates, to work, to hospital when I visit mum… I’m even known to crochet while watching Doctor Who or while sitting up in bed instead of reading. So I guess this is the height of my “enthusiastic burst”?
I’m planning on popping along to a Crafternoon session very very soon. I love the idea of hanging out with a bunch of cool crafty ladies and picking up tips and tricks while nomming on cafe snacks.
So this week’s been, well, shite. Friday afternoon, I hit my wall. I decided to stop sweating the big stuff and focus on the simple pleasures of life.
Like the cupcakes that Liz & Jarod made especially for me and delivered on Friday night:
(Don’t tell them, but I still get a bit of a leaky eye when I think of the effort that went into these, just for me!)
I got to hang out with Big Angus yesterday and we laughed at fart noises and played in the park and he let me watch him jump all over the couch:
I hung out on the floor and took photos of Elvis:
And I wore my new cupcake PJs whenever I was home (Liz and Jarod can vouch for this one!)
So even though there are a multitude of things I’m behind on with housework, web work, wedding planning… this weekend I said stuffit and focused on me.
I shook out those cobwebs and I feel much betterer for it.
Do you take enough time “out” to focus on enjoying the simple pleasures in life?
My life will continue like this for at least another week, until we know what’s next for us all.
I’m totally surviving on Dory’s “Just keep swimming” mantra. And bottles of V.
Is it possible to buy shares in the V company?
In the meantime, something that’s appropriate for my level of brain function as well as attention span.
OH LOOK, KITTEHS!!!!