Listen kids, just don't do it. Don't drink Drambuie and scan art journal pages. It makes the ephemera all sticky and might make you cry (depending exactly how much Drambuie you have drunk - too little you'll have a sense of humour failure, too much and you'll be all tired and emotional).
Luckily the art journal page was safely in the scanner!
So, you know those friends that you can really rely on? The ones that make promises and keep them? The ones you can call after midnight and they will not only forgive you but be glad you called (okay it helps if they are nocturnal too!)? The ones that only offer when they mean it, and they offer a lot? Well that is my friend Z!
She knows how much I have been struggling to turn my home back into my Home over the past year. She has been setting up her first home away from home over the past year, and we have spent many hours in IKEA, at hers and mine playing with flat pack furniture and power tools, and talking about asthetic ideals. In the same way as when once you are well into a diet, you become more critical of yourself than you were when you were heavier; having become more aware of my home and starting to clear my clutter, what remains has become harder to live with. So the other night she spent 4 hours sorting out her craft supplies and arranging them all pretty. And she offered (bless her!) to help and support me if I wanted to excavate my junk room and find the art room buried beneath it. And she meant it!
On Saturday we had brunch and changed our books at the library. When her plans for the afternoon changed, she offered to come over and make a start. We spent 8 hours on it, throwing out 1 or 2 cubic feet of stuff and recycling another cubic foot or two as well. Here are the results, although you will have to excuse the weird colours. If I will insist on taking photos after midnight, that is what I will get.
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Anahata issued a general tag on her blog for this one and I liked the idea, so seven little known things about me:
1 - I am truly scared of the dark. Yes, I know I am 34, but you should see me run from the bathroom to the bedroom, trying not to put my feet down on the floor between pulling the light cord and leaping onto the bed. Lucky it is a small apartment. In related news, I cannot sleep with my feet out of the covers in case someone grabs them from out of the darkness.
2nd - I can read music. Bizarrely I can't sing or play an instrument well. But I can read music well enough to sit down and pick out a tune badly.
c - I can make a CD on shuffle play the song I want to hear if I want it badly enough. Without using the controls mean.
4 - My first real major crush on a celebrity was on Mark from G-Force in Battle of the Planets. And I have a whole theory on pinpointing the start of puberty/womanhood from when a girl's loyalty switches from the good and heroic Mark to the troubled Jason (the same applies to Luke and Han Solo btw!)
5 - I am a Clutter Queen. If I do not take drastic action, and if I ever live alone, I will be one of those people with a little path from the armchair to the bathroom with piles of clutter to all sides. But my piles of clutter with be COOL.
f - I am motivated by fear and stubbornity, em stubborness, em stubbornication. As soon as I think "I could never do that, I decide that I must do exactly that." That is how I ended up walking for a week in the Sahara and also at Artfest. I think it is a good thing, but I just hope there are limits.
last - I have a philosophy of picking up the litter in my path. That ended up being quite funny and eventually impossible at the V Festival last year.