Well the Christmas trees are up , they are a somewhat glorious work of decadence, frothy white tinsel, silver ball,s, polar bears and what I now know..are naughty porridge stealing Santa helpers….I love these little ZZ top looky like santas,… they are cute as hell, with waist length beards and oversized hats….I’m pleased with the overall effect as I stand back to admire my handy work….A cheerful note in an otherwise freezing cold existence, brightness to lighten anyone’s dark dreary winters day,s….only problem is I shall be extremely sad to see it all go….I dread the quickness of it all, it seems to fly by with extraordinary haste….
I woke the other night, after just about an hour’s sleep..remembered as one does, that I had forgotten to take the recycling bin out , so at 3 am, barefoot and just my cotton pjs, freezing bits of me off I may need at some point in time again…,in this what I can only describe as a good old fashioned British pea souper of a fog..it was almost all encompassing, growing much denser the lower it got, drifting in and out between each house….it was spooky in a wonderful kind of way…But what caught my eye,shining out like twinkling beacons of joy were Christmas lights people had left on, almost to ward off the night time …it looked especially beautiful, I came back into my house wondering what? if anything I could do to add to my neighbours efforts , to bring on that good cheer…
That very next afternoon I found out a set of crisp, white battery fairy lights, wove them into some crocheted blue , green and white bunting I had made previously, this I added to my front window, it was pretty quickly followed by candles, a small log effect lamp, And wasn’t by any means as spectacular as my neighbours displayed, but I could hardly wait for it to grow dark that night….the over all effect is cosy and cheerful and I quite like it…..
I bore everyone on Facebook daily with pictures of my festivities, small adjustments, ..But I never try to hide the fact, the child within me still finds Christmas magical, and on the whole even with the situation as it is, I can’t help but love it….So Yesterday I sat, finished off the last of my Christmas cards for the uk crowd…having posted off the ones to the USA last week, …One card I had wanted to ensure got to its recipient…it was a fairly large card, that I had actually Sat and made for Jess, …(I shake my head with shame at the very thought…My daughter makes these wonderful creations, full of glitz, sparkle and just so much talent..it makes their receiver feel valued and special….I wanted to recreate this for Jess, ( it looked so good in my mind) …in reality however, this was not to be the case….
I got out all the carefully, planned pretty papers, I organised the tools I would need, all in perfectly straight lines upon the coffee table, I had the glue, the scissors, stickers, I had it all arranged….drinking the last of my coffee I hit on an idea, a plan of action…this was going to be perfect!!!!….indeed the best card Jess had ever received 😁😁😁😁😁….( Huh)…..I knew what I wanted it to look like, but as I began cutting out the shapes, sticking it to the card, then sticking those tiny foam tabs on to that…is when it all went horribly so weird…..the tiny foam tabs were probably the smallest in all existence, I swear these things were smaller than I’ve ever come across,. once positioned ,you then peel off the backs right?, (that’s what normally happens anyhow,) not for me…as I tried to remove the backs, the tabs came off the object,And stuck fast to my fingers, where I found them later was just about everywhere, my hair, my clothes, the sofa, carpet, table just about everywhere but the intended item…..after an hour of sweat, blood and tears, I had managed to apply at least half a dozen of these tabs, just half a dozen out of the fifty or so attempted…I sat back, covered in tabs, a deep new respect growing for my daughter and other card makers, (they all make it look so graceful and easy) I’ve decided from that day onwards I’m not a natural crafter or indeed graceful 😁.
A card did eventually after some time take shape, what shape has still to be decided, but the thought was there, made with errrr, I would like to say love, not so sure love was in my heart as I peeled off glue, glitter, and tabs in the shower later…..but it was going to get posted after I had mangled it into its addressed envelope, being more determined now than ever…my friend Debbie was coming later to take me to the post office…now late I rushed to get ready….I hate rushing, not built for it, don’t like it and thinggggs happen….Things happened!!!!!!!!……showered, make up on, I thought it somewhat appropriate I put on trousers….it being a beautiful sunny but frosty freezing day …don’t think my nightshirt would suffice somehow.
Fully dressed and now ready except for putting on my shoes, I rush out of the bedroom, as I go out the door…my little toe decided to take that moment to argue with the others, and go its separate way, smashing into the door frame on our way out….I felt the pain immediately, followed quickly by a stomach curdling crack!, I hobbled into the living room, sat until I no longer felt sick…..by then Debbie arrived, and I had to then somehow cram an ever swelling, toe into my shoe ……which I did!
Thank goodness the post office was empty, the Lidl store after not quite so much, I leant heavily on my shopping cart, the pain increased the whole time I walked around. I felt bone crunch against bone, burning the more the swelling grew..my hip ached, knees as I walked in the only way I can describe as a ministry of silly walks fashion…I left after only a few minutes, I couldn’t stand any longer by now…I was glad to reach the car…but dreading finally taking off my shoe…..
Next day I woke up to a very black little toe, bruising creeping slowly down the bone along side my foot…there was by now no doubt it was broken, I managed to hobble about to reach the bathroom, (thanking my lucky stars there are no stairs involved) …there was no point in a hospital visit because they would only tape it, which I myself after breaking the little toe in my other foot several times am expert at doing…
Monday ….
Yesterday was a busy day….Jess had to go to the doctors, I had my lady, coming in later that day to cut my hair, so we got an early start…..both tired and not really in the mood to be rudely awoken and to get right on with our day….but start we did, the phones deciding to be evil to us both at the moment, kept cutting us off chat…if we got vision , sound went, if by chance we wangled our way through that…the effects kept coming up on Jesse’s phone , which I confess that wasn’t so bad, as he made a very Rakish sexy looking pirate, 😍…..I had the last cards to send out to friends here, plus write one out for my hair dresser.which as I did I slipped some money in it for her Christmas box,
It was a pleasant evening when I limped down to the post box, which thank goodness is only at the end of the road, Christmas lights already shining through windows, cold crisp air filled my lungs which I breathed in both appreciatively, and deeply , rarely going anywhere i make the most of it when I do…..relieved to see the last cards on their way to my friends I walked back slowly, enjoying the light show as I went….I sat down resting my foot until my hairdresser,s, arrival on return,.. I looked for her card… But not panicking at first when I couldn’t find it….then something crossed my mind…what if I had picked it up with the pile of cards and I had just posted ?!!!!!!!!!!!!…..😮, but then common sense took over when I remembered I only posted five…..five was indeed the right amount for I written out, so my mind at once relieved…….but hanggggggg on a moment …hadn’t I just used a card in its envelope, that I had addressed wrongly to light the log burner with.😮😮😮😮😮😮😮😮,
It had gone out twice now and I had given up on the whole idea of being warm again….sighs…,actually thinking it may just burst into combustion on its own self, as it is indeed won’t to do on many occasions……I had used the candle lighter on the card a number of times now to no effect, it had just spluttered and went out ….I went over to the burner looking in it thinking knowing my luck, it had by now burst into a mass of flickering flames, ……but actually no my luck was in for once it hadnt…..just one corner was slightly burnt, still smouldering infact…..I grabbed it out quickly, and indeed upon opening there was the Christmas money….only I folks, if something can be done leave it upto me…..in amongst the catastrophic moments though, I have managed to rest up this foot and while doing so, crocheted to red and white Santa hats…..they are really cute and I already have orders from friends to make more…..ok maybe I shouldn’t give up on crafting totally …..even I have the odd saving grace…..take care my friends, and enjoy your loved ones this lovely festive time of year….💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛😁🎄x
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My American Man In Purple Lace Corsets 