Well, what did I say? I said I'd be a flop at this blog malarkey and already, a hiccup. Yep, all set to go with the flow yesterday and a) I forgot my login & password and b) the site was all down when I was trying to post. Ah well, I'll never be an Ali Edwards or a Cathy Zielske in my scrapbooking, why should I possibly think I'd be able to blog like them as well!!?
I'm human, fallible and I make mistakes!
Scrapbooking is a no-no for me currently as I have no stash(packed in a container somewhere in the UK!) and I'm squirrelling things away like bread tags, paper clips etc in the hope that at some point I can have some 'me-time' to realize my addiction with a minimum of expenditure!! Trouble is, I have a husband who thinks it's all a load of whooey and 3 young children all clamouring for time, attention & love. This, alongside working full-time, is quite overwhelming and makes me feel frustrated and resentful.
I am, however, able to use this time to inject my fetish/passion for this hobby(seems such a lame word!!) slowly into the minds of those closest to me by leaving some Aussie scrapping mags around that I've been buying since we arrived here!! I'm having aball looking out for stuff-free, of course!- that's lying around the home/work and I've even been guilty of picking up bottle tops from a park area whilst the kids were playing on the swings!! All in the name of 'safety for the kids'. Would have been awful if they'd caught their toes on the sharp edges, wouldn't it?! I'm truly amazed by the way I can look at something in a different way as well as suss out a bargain buy in the local shops! A $4 diary is my next victim for an SB 'makeover'; well, it's got hard covers. Just cries out to be used as an altered journal!! So much to do/find/think about, so little time. It's nice to dream isn't it? In the meantime, there's ironing, washing up, tidying, cleaning, sweeping, bills to pay, hoovering, oh, and if time allows, a bit of a read.
I must make time for me.
I must make time for me.
I must make time for me.
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