Mr Motivator, hear my cry...

what is wrong with me, i have counted back the days from when i closed my little shop and it is quite shocking how time has gone by. i have been caught up in the real world and house hunting, to the point that i have lost my motivation. i look around my house and every room there is an echo...the other day i drove up to my garage, accidentally pressed the garage door opener and half the contents of my garage fell out onto the drive...i need to refocus, i need to get motivated and i need to stop with the procrastinating (my extra special talent)...

as i am still looking for a house, i am not prepared to unpack anything...i hear cries from around the house "i need a photo for a project from when i was a baby", "i need a math book" or "i would like to play a board game" to which i reply "bad luck, it's in the garage", "i'm not unearthing it" or worse still "no games to play, go watch TV"...oh the horrors of a 'Mother trying to Move'...i do not like what i am turning into...things like "don't touch the wall", "pick up those smelly socks" or "who's 'left-over remains' in my living room does this belong to" have become day to day vocabulary to me...

my man told me a few days back that there were two things i had to do, 1. find another house and 2. unpack my studio and get back to work...he is so very right i know. so i have given myself two weeks of house hunting and then if nothing comes of it, Autumn will be setting in and we will bed down for the Winter and start again in Spring. then i will refocus, i will unpack my studio and i will stop PROCRASTINATING...

and as this little blog of mine is supposed to be some what crafty orientated and it has been sadly lacking in a lot of that for a while, i thought i would share a little project that i worked on as i 'licked my wounds' over the yellow house (last time i mention those two words...you don't believe me do you). to stop the echoing in the dining room that i now own, that have no use for but can't quite be bothered to haul the table back up the stairs to my studio, i decided upon a tablecloth.

so with a mixture of old linens, doilies, a pillowcase (sent from my lovely cyber friend Laura) and an old retro tablecloth, i went about cutting, patching and stitching...am wondering if there is a market out there for such tablecloths...when my long lost 'motivation' returns

off to sweep up the dog hair in her echoey house and thanking you all for the birthday wishes ~ Tif

strike three and you're out...

i know dear readers the scene of Tif brutally "beating" her 'poor paper donkey' so viciously with her wooden kitchen spoon maybe disturbing for some of you...

but if i told you at the time of "smashing" my birthday pinata that i was thinking about a certain 'seller' of a certain empty yellow house...

and that the aforementioned 'seller' has chosen to withdraw from a contract...

and that the said 'seller' will no longer be selling his lonely yellow house to us ...

i think you can understand why it only took three strikes to break the poor donkey's neck...

and the treasure,

ah yes the treasure...it was all a girl could ask for in life, chocolate and money...

looking again for the perfect house...(she knows it's out there somewhere) ~ Tif

now we are 39...

so Tif, you have made it...how does it feel?

i'd be lying if i didn't tell you it scares me to have reached such a big number and so flipping quickly, but i know that i am a fortunate 'being' and must count the blessings i have had in my life so far. i am happy, healthy and relatively sane. if all i have to moan about is a sagging bottom, some serious laughter lines (and scowling ones too) and a nice crop of gray hair, then it is true to say i am one lucky duck to be turning 39...

according to the WISE chinese fortune-telling book i happened upon while out and about this week, if you are born on September 20th...

you are individual and original. you always do the unexpected in an unusual way. you are welcome in the society of cultured people. you like personal attention and you can be led by someone who understands you

well, i had no idea that i was welcomed in the society of 'cultured people'...i must try much harder to loiter in places where cultured people wander and test this theory.

as to the 'individual and original' bit...i'll take that any day quite happily.

i believe my man 'understands' me (well, most of the time).

'personal attention' well don't we all wish for a bit of that every now and then and what better day than a birthday...i tested this out by staying very very quiet about my 'BIG NUMBERED' day, not mentioning it to anyone in the house to see if they would remember...and i am very pleased to announce that they did not forget me!!! and more excitedly i got a 'PINATA'...i had no idea until today that all i had ever wanted was a pinata for my birthday...isn't it amazing what you carry on learning about yourself...

so in celebration of my 39 years i have penned a wee birthday poem (actually ripped off a wonderful, well known little number)...it doesn't rhyme or read right, but who cares, i've decided that when you are accepted in 'cultured society' you can write any old thing and it's "perfect darling"

when i was nine, i broke my wrist and not much more

when i was nineteen i lived in splendid student squalor with my man

when i was twenty nine i was a mother of three and one on the way

but now i am thirty nine i am all grown up and think i will stay here for ever and ever...

off to find out what treasures are lurking in her pinata and repeat her new phrase "love your life" over and over again ~ Tif