Sunday, 23 November 2014

I was going to, but now I'm not.

Even though my life is one long holiday, I've been experiencing some difficulty fitting in all that needs to be done.  I shan't list it, it's not interesting and probably doesn't come close to what real working women achieve every day.  One of the great things about working with your spouse is that it sort of gives you the flexibility that working on payroll doesn't. But despite this, I have struggled.  And the one thing I felt that I could let go of without massive impact was the Workshops. Contrary to the impression I give, I only do two a month - a morning and a repeat in the evening, once a fortnight. Nothing major, but increasingly difficult to get the samples done in good time for publicising and then time off to get the kits sorted and then a day off to be there meant that looking from any direction, I was experiencing guilt. Guilt affects my mojo too, so overall, it seemed that the Workshops would have to go. There's no point advising me to get over it, I'm female and born under the sign of Cancer.  Ipso facto, I experience guilt.

So, I told Shopkeeper Gal that I was retiring, and started to let others know too.  She was
gracious and offered me 'guest spots' on her future schedules and told me to change my mind at anytime.  I know for a minute there, it made her panic, but there's always someone else and her new workshop schedule now has a different name on it.  Mr Dunnit was shocked when I told him (at the stage of fait accompli, I must admit).  He suggested that I would miss it.  I know that I would, but didn't admit it.  He said I'd miss the people. Of that I'm sure. He said I was being foolish.  Oh. I was trying to make some more time for other stuff.  He pointed out that not taking the chance to HAVE to make some cards might mean that I stop completely.  I can't disagree with this as a theory; it had crossed my mind. He said he understood why, but that I'd regret it.  I was already regretting it, so he had that right.  So I told Shopkeeper Gal that at the risk of mucking her about, I'd like to change my mind. Twice.  I'd like to continue, but only to do one a month.  She remained gracious and implied that it would be helping her out.   How nice. 

This means that the self started rumours of retirement are of course now wildly exaggerated.  I'm simply going to be in a mojo-less panic slightly less often.  That's a good thing.  Mr Dunnit didn't mention whether he expected the whole day gained to be spent at work with him. I do actually have a plan for it and it doesn't really involve the inside of HIS workshop.  Hmmm.....

Friday, 21 November 2014

Currently Smiling at these...

I can't help it, the long tall shadow thing makes me happy.  And how ridiculous is it that Mr Dunnit is joining in now...we have some shadow photos of us in ridiculous poses, carrying bags that look like third heads, standing with knees bent so that we look extraordinarily short. But you can't see those, they're on his phone and he's not about to let me share them publicly. He has a limit!

The grey skies today have made me spend five minutes browsing pictures again - and I thought to share - you can really feel the warmth off the pavements can't you!
The teeny heads are offset by the huge bodies...and those aren't's my backpack!
Here we are, leaning over a low wall...somewhere in Granada...
And here we are, fooling about on a very high bridge over the gateway to the Alhambra Palaces
And here we are again, with a friendly fellow nutter.  Aren't we tiny!
I cannot remember why we thought this was so clever...but you can bet that we were sniggering!

It doesn't take much to make me smile. Or reminisce.  It's my age!
Linking with Annie for Friday Smiles.

Wednesday, 19 November 2014

What's On Your Workdesk? Wednesday 285

Well you may not believe this, but it's relatively calm in the photo. I took this at lunchtime on Tuesday.  There is a hint of sunshine.  It seems nice outside.  You can't tell from here just how utterly waterlogged the garden is....honestly, you need thigh high waders to cross the grass. The desk on the other hand, requires a less intrepid attitude!
The ipad stand is currently housing blank cards...I was rather frantically trying to make a particular idea fit onto something (anything) and so had one of each of the card shapes and sizes that I have 'in stock' on show; saves me wheeling to and fro the cupboard every two minutes, see.
The pads at left (there are 3) are all polka dots...different colours.  Lovely.  Had 'em about a month and so far not managed to use a single sheet.  The cheerful red and green star papers are actually paper placemats from Phoenix Trading.  But when I've finished, they'll be 'packets' for the 'All Day Christmas' workshopeers to put their finished cards in. 
A Poinsettia sits atop the clear drawers...i inked it, embossed it, coloured it, cut it out, stuck it on an already stamped and coloured one...and then didn't like it.  Maybe time will improve it.  Maybe it will end up in the bin.  Who knows.
By the time I get home from work today, the desk will again be a horrible mess - don't worry, you won't miss a single thing, I like to share the ugly as well as the fine! Meanwhile share yours too please - put WOYWW in your post title and link here so that we may visit. Oh, thanks.  You're a gem. 

Monday, 17 November 2014

Giddy Heights of Ronda

Remember when we last talked Holidays? Yep, just last month, we were on the sunny and beautiful Costa del Sol and we took a trip to Ronda.  It's high, up a mountain.  The road was excellent, the car (considering it was the the smallest 1.1 Kia that you can hire for 27 quid a week) was a trouper. Bear in mind that two days before making it take us up the mountain to Ronda, we'd driven it flat out for 200 odd kilometres to get us to Granada!

Well, anyway, I thought it time to share some of medieval Spain.  Who knows why people choose to settle where they do.  Southern Spain's mountain's have more distinct seasons than the coastline, perhaps that's one consideration.  Perhaps, in medieval Spain, the attraction was that a livelihood was to be made living near a large church and monastery.
It can't have been easy.  Particularly before they built a bridge to get over the ravine.

There was a river...but it was almost imperceptible at the bottom....fabulous views though!

There were narrow streets, cobbled of course, any number of restaurants boasting the best views of course, and a bull ring. Whatever you think of the 'sport', it's quite impressive to think of any breed of animal being herded so far up the mountain without proper roads and vehicles.  There's nothing particularly unique about this bull ring. It's used as an exhibition and show ground, a stadium, all sorts - as you'd expect in a small town with limited resources.  There was a charge to go inside. With or without acceptance of cultural diversity, I think we were both of the opinion that it would make us feel as if we were bystanders at a car crash (even though there was no event).  So we didn't go inside. Choices. Opinions.  

Then there were the alleyways on gradients that made your heart pump, leading off the 'main road' (just wide enough for two vehicles...and they were originally horses and carts remember), and all led to the church and monastery.

We sat in the small Plaza outside the church and the town Hall and enjoyed some peace and shade.  Despite it being October, it was still beautifully warm.  And really busy with tourists.  Can't imagine how busy it must be in the full on part of the season.   

It was a lovely place; you can imagine and I have loads of photos, but really, not to bore you further.  But you need to know what's out there huh - specially if you decide to make a trip - or are offered a trip - you'll know where  you'd like to see for real! And if you aren't easily bored, take heart, I've still more to tell about this particular holiday!  Snicker.

Friday, 14 November 2014

And it's not just cards...

Oh no.  This Kraft usage ('problem') extends to my scrapbooks as well. If I'm in any doubt as to how to approach a LO, I turn first to my default pattern, which seems to be some sort of ledger style print. Imagine my glee when these styles became popular printed on Kraft!  Silly old woman.  We scrapbookers know that we buy more 12 x12s than we really need, and that by hoarding the ones that we really like, we create a hierarchy within our own stash. (Note the collective blame here, my guilt just cant take any more.)  Well let me tell you, gentle reader, that I don't seem to exercise this sort of prejudice where Kraft papers are concerned.  I like it. It's useable. So I use it. It's a cure!

I'm aware however, of an irony in using it almost as soon as I buy it.  Not only is my style   incredibly formulaic, now the stock will be lacking originality and worse - where's the cure if I use it all and have to keep buying more? Self trapped!

Wednesday, 12 November 2014

What's On Your Workdesk? Wednesday 284

At the risk of repeating myself, you can find out more about WOYWW and how you may join us, without obligation or commitment by perusing the pages that are linked at the top of this blog.  
For a change, I thought I'd prove that like the tide, my desk does actually see some ebb and flow.
Now admittedly, this is over the space of three days...on Sunday, I really had had enough. I had book work to do and really didn't want to use the dining table.  That's in the conservatory and it was cold.  So, instead of taking half a minute to light the woodburner in the conservatory and get it warm and ambient, I spent nearly 45 minutes manically tidying. Yeah well, it made sense at the time!

It was horrible.  Layers that needed excavating, stamps - some pulled out becuase I had an idea for them, others waiting to be put away.  Half completed cards discarded because they were horrid.  You name it.  It got so bad that putting the ATG runner back on the perspex drawers meant pushing back the (open) pot of chewing gum and that went all over the floor. Ack.

So then it looked OK huh!  It was excavated and stamps and ink pads were properly put away, but only for the time it took to use the space to spread out the paperwork for the ledgers.  And then it was back to it is this morning, I was fiddling about a bit last night, but got tired and just erm, walked away.  
The apparently white village scene on the dark red card is in fact silver glitter card that sits up like bright white when the camera flashes.  Nice die though.  The tickets and souvenirs from our Alhambra visit are still on the iPad stand (iPad still in it's charging position at this time of day) and you can see that I'm trying to come up with something that involves a Poinsettia.  Easy for some.  I don't much like them so only have one stamp, so it's not as easy I'd like it to be!  And just for the record - that syringe has silicone glue in it...probably solid enough to be pulled out in a lump, but I did plan to use it at some stage, clearly!
So share with us will a, what you're doing at your workspace today.  It's got to be more interesting that flash tidying!  Put WOYWW in your post title and link here.  We'll swing by as time allows.

Tuesday, 11 November 2014

T stands for Try It

More Spanish tales..seriously my life is one long holiday!
One of our day trips was to the fabulous and ancient city of Ronda.  Very high in the mountains. So high in fact that as soon as we parked, we were light headed and needed elevenses. We had Cafe Cortado and Fried Milk.
Leche Fritata con Fresas. I was surprised by the sweet and sticky strawberries, not the fried milk!
I don't have it often, but it is on most of the menus that I see in Spain, and I feel the need to be local wherever I am. Ahem. It's condensed milk, probably set with gelatine and then literally lightly fried to warm it through. So it's sweet. Oh boy. Just the job for sightseeing at high altitude!  
Linking again at Elizabeth and Bleubeard's T for Tuesday spot.