a pic from boca de inferno near cascais in portugal that i tookim mesmerized by the creativity that flows in this world. its freakin' everywhere. i wish i had a sewing machine (& knew how to use it to my hearts content) & yarn (to learn to knit some cute creatures) & paint (if only to know how to draw or sketch) or a fancy schmancy camera (so i could learn more than whats color & b&w or sepia tones). but i dont have that. i dont get any of those items because i think id leave them somewhere after just purchasing them im afraid of not being able to learn to use those instruments.
my scrapbook room seems to stay untouched unless i need to fetch some tissue & a gift bag for something. i still have a few of the cards i made left from awhile back that i pack along with the giftbag for an occasion. with the weather being so dreary i may get the courage to go in there & do something soon. but with it not feeling like december still its hard to stay all couped up in the house. so i leave the room closed. should have made it an extra bedroom as it was meant to be. a frightening thought but one that lingers in my brain sometimes. i changed the wreath on the door for this season (a pearly white one w/ silver ornaments in it) & put out the 2 cute lit up houses that i have. 1 of a snowy house & a gingerbread house with twinkling lites. ms. s cant keep her hands off of them. the snowy one has almost the exact same wreath on its little door as my own.
dont have the energy to figure out what else to decorate with as i decided not to go thru the trouble of a christmas tree. no holiday gathering taking place here.
anyhow i made some dal & am taking it to one of our friends house for a late dinner to catch up & let ms. s waste some of her unfiltered energy. as soon as dahling arrives ofcourse. i do hope the dal is ok for the rest. now if i can just pull myself up to get dressed decently to go.
by the way do you ever find yourself kinda ticked off & you dont really know why until a little later & you feel surprised because you thought there was no issue bothering you but it had already crawled underneath your skin? yeah well what are you gonna do right!
a verse stuck in my head:
"why does love always seem like a battlefield" by someone famous (too lazy to figure it out right now)
waiting to watch: vada raha as soon as i have some company to watch it with.
im reading: born confused by tanuja desai hidier
my scrapbook room seems to stay untouched unless i need to fetch some tissue & a gift bag for something. i still have a few of the cards i made left from awhile back that i pack along with the giftbag for an occasion. with the weather being so dreary i may get the courage to go in there & do something soon. but with it not feeling like december still its hard to stay all couped up in the house. so i leave the room closed. should have made it an extra bedroom as it was meant to be. a frightening thought but one that lingers in my brain sometimes. i changed the wreath on the door for this season (a pearly white one w/ silver ornaments in it) & put out the 2 cute lit up houses that i have. 1 of a snowy house & a gingerbread house with twinkling lites. ms. s cant keep her hands off of them. the snowy one has almost the exact same wreath on its little door as my own.
dont have the energy to figure out what else to decorate with as i decided not to go thru the trouble of a christmas tree. no holiday gathering taking place here.
anyhow i made some dal & am taking it to one of our friends house for a late dinner to catch up & let ms. s waste some of her unfiltered energy. as soon as dahling arrives ofcourse. i do hope the dal is ok for the rest. now if i can just pull myself up to get dressed decently to go.
by the way do you ever find yourself kinda ticked off & you dont really know why until a little later & you feel surprised because you thought there was no issue bothering you but it had already crawled underneath your skin? yeah well what are you gonna do right!
a verse stuck in my head:
"why does love always seem like a battlefield" by someone famous (too lazy to figure it out right now)
waiting to watch: vada raha as soon as i have some company to watch it with.
im reading: born confused by tanuja desai hidier
& i need a massage.
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