TOILET PAPER ROLL CRAFTS

Pessimist's wishes

I'm tired of wishing. I actually never wish for anything. What's the point anyway? Wishing does not get you any closer to whatever it is you're wishing for. Desire on the other hand, well... that's another story.

If I wish for something, ...nothing. It's like nothing. I just wish. But if I desire something, really want it, know and feel that I really want it, then I've already started. Chasing it.

Life goes on, clocks tic and toc, hair is becoming greyer on my head each day -multiplying like bubbles in a bathtub-, and still... It all looks so important and yet again so vain at the same time.

I don't know what I'm even thinking again. Thoughts keep twirling inside my head, overlapping one another.

cHRISTMAS FUN

iF like me you are looking for ideas on playing some actual 'family' games (with the entire family participating, dads included), here are two great links to explore:

http://spoonful.com/family-fun/indoor-games
http://www.celebrations.com/christmas-party-games/all

Crappy frosting

Andy's name-day today and I baked some yummy vanilla cupcakes, which I frosted with some crappy, failed, buttercream frosting which she loved...(!). They were supposed to look like christmas trees and ended up looking like cabbages, but she still loved them. What I love, is the smile on her face, and that can make all else go away. (Well, almost all anyway....)

Of course, I didn't have time to think about taking a photo... As usual.

Pointless

It happens. Yes, it can. You wake up one morning, like so many others, and your arms feel limb. Your brain too. Nothing to do. Everything to do, but nothing you feel like doing. Crawl back in bed? Not an option.

Flue. Makes you think about disease. Ugly thoughts.

Nothing makes sense today. Today is pointless. My magic wand please. I want to turn time forth...

lEttErs

I miss blogging. I really do. It's a way of reminding myself that I'm really there, you know, the "me" me, and not the other me who constantly has something to do. It might sound like whining, but no, I love being super busy. Otherwise I guess I wouldn't be. But sometimes, those little sneaky moments that give the just-stole-the-last-cookie feeling, are when you wish you actually had a magic wand and paused time for a moment. Or two. Or an hour. Without making a difference. Without anyone missing you. With only you missing others, so then you would start time back again.

If you're here reading what I write in this post, if you happen to be that one of the zillion persons breathing right now, who stopped for a few seconds by my blog, I ask you: do you like traveling? In any way (cause there are many). And have you discovered the cheapest way of all for a get away? It's here, hidden in this message, if only I rearrange the letters you'll be able to see as well. Yes. That's the answer. The letters. I always thought I should call it books, or reading, or even words maybe. But no. It's the letters. The letters make us happy. Or sad. Concentrated. Or lost.

The letters, my friend. The letters.

Follow them.

To the end of time.

cute rabbit illustrations

http://pinterest.com/dorothyhelton/susan-wheeler-paintings/

First contacts

There are so many things I love, and yet so many others that make me feel uncomfortable. Why is it that a smile, that nervous kind, coming from a person that you firstly meet, makes me clam up like a shell? I know it's not only me, and I don't know why, but I prefer... this. Against someone I don't know, and who does not seem adequately interesting just because he/she does not share the same interests with me (which I cannot know for sure unless I talk to them, can I?), against this someone, I prefer this. Being alone. Writing. Painting. Browsing. Whatever. Anything. But not human contact.

Don't get this totally wrong. I do meet new people. I push myself to do it. Sometimes quite enthusiastically, others less so. But I meet them. I occasionally spend time with them, in several social activities, but I never become friends. And then I don't want to meet them any more. And I prefer being alone, doing the things I like.

I know this does not make any sense, to anyone but me of course, because all this is inside MY head, and only I can connect these dots... The point is: human contact. How easy-flowing it seems to some people, how headache -or even panic attack- inflicting to others.

No, I don't like absolute loneliness. I like my shell. And my shell includes the standard parts of my body, the standard persons of my life, it's the same thing.

If you ever cross paths with me... it's most likely that we will never actually meet. I may have several 'talents', but communication does not seem to be one of them.

I am weird I guess. Perhaps weirder than I thought. 

mY deAr diAry...

I love creating. It's pretty obvious. I simple live for color, everything that evolves around it, I like to dip my fingers in rainbows day after day. But I never have the answer; and I guess I never will. Which way makes happier? Having everything (nearly) but not time to do what you like (at least not as much time as you like)? Or have the time to do what you like and not the means to do it?

I guess both suck, and if you understood what I'm bubbling about, you're geniuses!

Anyway, my current crafts' interest regards Andy's birthday party (Minnie theme) and painting a contemporary art (my first one!) to decorate my office.

IF there is time (#$@$#) I might upload some photos, but.... we'll have to wait and see.

Who's up for a rag doll?

http://www.tantehilde.be/wrdprss/?page_id=80

http://www.letusdiy.org/html/diy/diy_wanju/20090928/1477.html

BLOG LOOK

If you ever decide to change your blog look, here is someone who's done it for you:


http://itkupilli-cutencool.blogspot.gr/

Miss Petticoat

A friend from my past! I am SO glad I finally found her! I cherished this sticker like treasure for months, eventually sticking it on my bicycle bell (that was my 'some place special' at that moment!).

I had googled and tried to find this little girl numerous times, and it turns out I had the name wrong in my mind. Not 'Miss Paticot'. It was Miss Petticoat after all.

Happy memories...

hOLIDAYS (or After it)

There is ONE truth about holidays: 

nobody needs it more, than the one who just returned from it.

Fimo clay figures

Admire

http://www.etsy.com/people/TheWishForest

Colored Stones

Now that's one thing I like doing. Anything that has to do with colors...(!)

 (ok, this one not so much of a stone but still a nice craft to make)