christmas is here again...

apparently.

Today I put my christmas tree up. It wasn't the lovely experience it used to be, beginning of December, excitement plus.
No, it was me, bored at home alone watching Fraser.


The lights don't work, and there was only one decent piece of tinsel. So, oh well

Today I should...

Today I should be sewing.
But instead I am reading blogs.

Today I should be thinking about patterns.
But instead I am thinking about ways to take photographs.

I really should decide to do something and stop listening to bad music.

We've gone as far as we can go without crashing

The Swell Season are playing on the music box, the sewing machine is switched on, and the half altered clothes are sitting waiting to be altered... So why am I here.

I want to do something, which involved sewing and selling, but I'm waiting for something, I don't know what I am waiting for, can you tell me?
Or even better, you can make it happen!

No, I know, I have to do it all myself. I've learnt in life that things don't get handed to you on a platter... unless you have really ridiculously rich parents that will give you anything you want... I don't have these, so I have learned to work for what I need... shame I'm so lazy. BUT ALAS, THIS MUST BE DONE.

I hope what ever I am waiting for happens soon, because I'm getting a bit tired of doing nothing.

If everything goes the way its playing out in my head, my life will work right... I think!

I wish nan was sitting next to me telling me what to do next.

where

Dear Prudence

I'll run out of things to say tomorrow, but if I don't write this today, I'll forget about it.

Prudence, by someone who is not me...

She thought that trouble was coming
so hid away
and locked the door of her heart
against the light of day

At dusk she ventured- "What happened?"
A neighbour mocked:
"Joy passed by you at the height of noon-
Your door was locked."

Its all about the biteys

The Vampire Diaries doesn't look good on my tiny television.

Once again, I will have to take the big tv for my personal viewing.

Why am I posting this here... because I don't want to tell facebook, or twitter, but I had to tell someone. And once figuring that no one actually comes here, i realise its a safe place.

I can't help it if Vampire love is so addicting!

The return of socialism... i mean, society

I went out this weekend, and had a jolly good time. Makes me remember that yes, I do have friends who are indeed willing to spend time with me, and sing songs with me, and dance like fools with me. I also have friends who will help me and my family and know what to do when things get tricky. Also, ones who know just what I want without having to ask.

This is what makes life good, and I remember that now.

Change makes life exciting.

Mr Darcy makes... drool.


Sleep makes lovely.
When I wake up, I promise myself that I will finish knitting, and then I might look up some singing/acting classes.