Crisis averted!

Remember this life changing storage board for my cut'n'dry foam pieces? Well, I was away on an unplanned holiday - really, it was..ask my Father, he sprang the idea as a form of emotional blackmail to 'help him recuperate'. Hard to say no!
Oh, sorry huge digression.
So there sat my lovely new sponge board, proud and useful on my desk, patiently waiting for me to come back and be gloatingly arty. It got me back. Well, not the lovely inexpensive board of course, after all, what can go wrong with a piece of carefully annotated chipboard? No gentle reader, it was the the most important element known to mankind. The sun. It shone and bathed my desk in unusual light and warmth. And the warmth done gone made the sticky velcro pads unsticky. Slidey, if you like. Actually, that's the best and most accurate definition. Slidey. Indeed, when I finally got to my desk on Monday to do real work, I picked up the old (but new) sponge board to stow it elsewhere and every damn sponge slid clean off its fixing. Argh, I don't mind telling you.
But you know how laid back and cool I
am in any crisis. You couldn't tell whether I was laughing or whining a chain of expletives, honestly. Because you weren't there. So I glued the velcro dots back onto the card. With proper undiluted rage. Wait, no. Proper undiluted PVA. And as you can see, all is right with the sponge board. And therefore, the crisis is a 'never was'. Just as well huh, or this would've been another whiney post.
Have a lovely weekend.

What's On Your Workdesk? Wednesday 164

So sorry this is a late post.......loooong story about boring computers!

Which is most impressive? Yesterday's beautiful sunshine or my practically unused desk?  It shows signs of use pre-holiday...some stamps to put away (OK, to clean) and the button jar in the wrong place.  There's no bowl of sponges thanks to my extraordinary life changing organisation.  Which hit a snag this week actually - more later.  The ipad is so positioned because I want to listen to it while I sit under the window outside, so thoughts of working at my desk are a little premature....the paperwork you can just see relates to the business and I'm catching up with that.  Do you spy a different ladder?  That's a really long one to aid the controlling of a vine that grows up and over the back of the house.  SInce we were away for ten days, it's trying to take over the windows, so we're preparing to be aggressive!
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Walk with me awhile....

The amateur photographer in me was awoken by this sight as I drove past at the weekend.  Yesterday I took my camera to it and spent a lovely few minutes snapping away pretending I knew what I was doing. Isn't it a lovely sight?  I can't remember this particular field ever being poppy strewn, but I'm told that the seeds lie dormant for up to twenty years, so as soon as the farmer decided against using this field for a crop, bam!, here are the poppies.  So I invite you to walk with me, ponder, enjoy the wonderful sunshine and revel in the extraordinary colours of land and sky.  I don't walk for pleasure.  I need a reason.  Like a shop with a Mars bar or a pub with a G&T at the end of the walk.  Having said that, golf is too much of a reason.  Oh I'm so contrary! But the ten minutes or so it took me to get to this field and the few minutes I spent revelling in being a photographer were lovely, and I'm very pleased with my result.  And on the way home, I managed to think about some bits and pieces that remain to be caught up with, so it was a good outing.  Maybe this is why people do it.  Fresh air therapy, I get it.  Although, to be completely honest, I didn't do a lot of walking.

But I did enjoy the fresh air.  And the freewheel from here to where I have to cross the road to get home was a blast!

Hola!

7pm, 28 degrees and looooong shadows.  Irresistible.

 My lovely parents were desperate for sunshine; their most recent holiday had been rather inconvenienced by Papa's life threatening illness.  Medically 'fit to fly', they asked advice about where they should go on a relatively short flight.  Well, you will understand that there was some anxiety amongst us children about them going anywhere without 'back up'.  So we Dunnits went with them, to our place in the sun.  And by golly, it was sunny.  I have to say it was all very sudden and I wasn't really caught up from being away before I was off again, but hey, you don't turn down these chances, huh!  It was lovely, and the best part was seeing both parents eating and drinking as normal, Dad will have even put on some weight;  he declared himself fully recuperated as he finished his millionth bowl of prawns in garlic and chilli oil.  We've played two games this week - chase the Prawns and hunt the Sangri-La.  Of course, the Sangri-La is the great Spanish drink Sangria, but try saying that after sharing a litre jug between three of you at the beach bar.  It was the best I've ever tasted. If you're jealous about the sun - I understand, truly...and I promise, I enjoyed it for everyone who's missed it.  And now, normal service, life work and some catching up must be resumed.......just give me a couple of minutes would you, I'm sure I can come up with a reason not to get going.....

What's On Your Workdesk? Wednesday 163..for reals..

I'm not here.  Again.  But you can't tell my Mum, she already knows and she doesn't mind.  We're together, see.  which is why I was unable to comment or indeed post the correct number for last week! Sun - fries my brain; so unused to it! So I thought you may like to continue my cupboard tour.   

Mr Dunnit built the cupboards and they have sliding doors which is why you have to see the cupboards in two halves.  This is the scrapbooking half.  Papers on the right hand shelves, photos on the third shelf, behind the packets are long awaited blank mini albums in various shapes that once spoke of scrapbooking ambition.  Bottom is a basket of punches...much weeded, it now contains a handful of borders, tag shapes and others that I deem 'essential'....I can't part with them, but don't use them a lot. In the end section are the scrapbooking embellishments....stickers and alphabets in the top shelf..also a box filled with 'kits' that I've got together to take at a moment's notice to a crop or such.  Dwindling fast though, I don't 'kit' as often as I crop!  The other polythene boxes contain jewels, tags and journalling spots, chipboard, metal pieces etc, respectively.  The bottom shelf shows more of the boards that actually make up the shelves and my spare acrylic blocks...again, I like to have plenty because of the odd workshop or event.  The PC and stool are in the corner of the room directly behind my desk..it's all of 6ft from front to back.  The checked bag is a gift from Sarah and we use it as the 'beverage bag' for crop.  You can also see where I keep my Copics.  So now you can probably work out how often I use them.  There is only one stool in this room - I drag it between desk and PC bench...it's fine and discourages visitor type distraction! Like I need any help on that score, I welcome distraction, it's an excuse for procrastination.  So there we are, my desk might be a nightmare, but the cupboards are a little better, surely?  

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To prove that I'm well........

But I sort of am.., I think.  The whole colours thing...the seven shades of wee wee, it's a bit too dark and same-y for me, so this masterboard and card that resulted from the background is about as wee wee as I can get.  I remember at a wedding I overheard a guest talking about another - 'how many shades of navy is she wearing for heaven's sake'...well this has kind of stuck with me, and so shades of any single colour are a bit of a scare, but browns especially, because of the whole grunge thing and not knowing really when to stop. Psychotherapists dream, me, donchafink?!  So I applied heavy amounts of my current favourite Distress Ink, Wild Honey.  Current as in most recently purchased and favourite because I don't have the Limited Edition summer colours. (Yet.) ( I think.) And  the addition of white helps me to stop hyperventilating and besides, if I produced a master board workshop without using this Kaiser flourish stamp, people would think I was ill.  And I'm really not, despite what you may think having read this.

Life Changing.

Look!  See what I was doing!  Oh man this has changed my life.  Really, a roll of velcro sticky dots and an idea off several WOYWW desks and I'm a happy old gal.  Page back through any number of work desk posts from me and that ceramic pot is on my desk filled with used pieces of Cut N Dry foam. Nice pot, once had a flowering plant of some variety in it.  Naturally, I killed the plant and employed the pot by way of alleviating the guilt. But the foam is all springy and pingy and well, foamy, so it doesn't stack or behave properly and I have to spill the contents to find a suitable colour and they're all mixed up and cross contaminated and well, ARGH!  So I've rescued the pieces that are obviously one colour use only, I've written on the edges with a fine tip marker and now stick it on the appropriate matching velcro dot after use.  They're on a piece of mount board, so it's standing up to the handling pretty well...let's face it, I don't use these tools every day, these techniques are still outside my comfort zone really. Note:  they're on a piece..not pieces..so the key here is that the tidying has a condensing result again.  I fear my guilt will never end though.  The ex flower-pot, ex sponge-pot -  it's a gonner.