Well the past day has been slightly crazy, (me being stupid me, and getting carried away with a whimsical idea without really thinking it through).
My 6-week Final Major Project (on which all my marks hang) I decided to change just yesterday, with just 3 full days to go. It is at this moment of sanity as I write that I ask myself WHY!! WHY!! and why am I sitting here writing a blog when clearly I have a ridiculous amount of work to do!?
Its through situations like this that my true charachter prevails I think. I was never meant to do anything 'in good time'. I was born to put myself under pressure and get carried away with spontaneous ideas. But whatever happens, I always manage to get things done on time, well, most of the time I think?
So now my project is basing itself more on aspirations and fantasies of little girls such as getting married. I am having great fun making a kind of small wedding dress thingy.
Im glad I dont work in a fabric shop, I went in yesterday and I just get so overwhelmed! I could honestly spend half a day or more in C&H just browsing! haha. I always end up buying pointless haberdashery [if haberdashery could ever be pointless, it always comes in handy for something] and far far far too much fabric and wool. I got ever so carried away in the fabric shop and had to unload on the counter and go back for more; the girl behind the counter said 'I see a project' in a wide-eyed manner which said to me 'how much does this crazy girl think she needs?!'. Even seeing rows of knitting needles gets me going.
So now you think im bonkers I shall end this blog as the sewing machine is calling me.
marbles well and truly lost,
Nicola
x
Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Sunday, 27 May 2007
Im not fat. Im not a man.
Hello lovelies.
Much sorriness for the lack of blogness, one has been tied up for many a week with things such as sewing, knitting and general confuse-nation. Tis the final week of my FMP therefore things are getting mildly panicky etc etc.
So tonight is the long awaited 'LOST party'. I have decided to go as Hurley which is going to be a challege because
a) im not fat
b) im not a man.
But i do have curly hair so thats something we have in common.
I must say I cant wait until my course is over, I love it of course but I would like to create things becasue I want to and not have to worry so much about why and what they mean. Perhaps it was a good move not doing textiles at uni? I surely hope so.
For those on facebook I would like to take this opportunity to explain the crazy pictures of me. We did a fashion show a few weeks back and I think whichever teacher was in charge of the hair and make-up was taking a bit too much inspiration from the likes of Alexander McQueen [which looks great in a professional show] but our amateur show meant that we were all very inconsistent and therfore just looked plain silly. But hey ho it was very fun and the pictures have made me laugh for at least a hundred years so far.
Um, i dont think i particularly have any other news to report Im afraid.
Muchos loves
Nicola
xxx
4 8 15 16 23 42
Much sorriness for the lack of blogness, one has been tied up for many a week with things such as sewing, knitting and general confuse-nation. Tis the final week of my FMP therefore things are getting mildly panicky etc etc.
So tonight is the long awaited 'LOST party'. I have decided to go as Hurley which is going to be a challege because
a) im not fat
b) im not a man.
But i do have curly hair so thats something we have in common.
I must say I cant wait until my course is over, I love it of course but I would like to create things becasue I want to and not have to worry so much about why and what they mean. Perhaps it was a good move not doing textiles at uni? I surely hope so.
For those on facebook I would like to take this opportunity to explain the crazy pictures of me. We did a fashion show a few weeks back and I think whichever teacher was in charge of the hair and make-up was taking a bit too much inspiration from the likes of Alexander McQueen [which looks great in a professional show] but our amateur show meant that we were all very inconsistent and therfore just looked plain silly. But hey ho it was very fun and the pictures have made me laugh for at least a hundred years so far.
Um, i dont think i particularly have any other news to report Im afraid.
Muchos loves
Nicola
xxx
4 8 15 16 23 42
Thursday, 19 April 2007
'Shell shocked'
Well I'm not going to 'beat around the bush' as they say.
I just trod on a snail.
Barefoot.
My feet were literally naked when I stood on the slimeball.
It is 10.45pm, I have just had a lovely evening out with Krust and Gemmaroo and I innocently went onto our garden decking to see what stepdad Nick was doing in the garden at such an hour [watching 'his' newts in the pond...don't ask]. I screeched and hopped into my house, crawled up the stairs into the bathroom and proceeded in washing my foot. It seems that soap doesnt work, so i had to physically scrape the slime off with my nail. When I get to heaven I shall ask the Lord this: Lord, why oh WHY did you make snail slime waterproof? Why did you make snail slime? Why did you make snails?
I feel this was from the Lord. Gemma challenged me this evening and said that the Lord could really be teaching me about decision making through my current dilemma. However I feel I was right in a previous train of thought; I'm not going to go to uni. God has challenged me and set me on a new mission in life. Herein I shall devote my life to the meticulous research of chemical properties and their potential uses to rid the world of these pesky molluscs.
Perhaps I should be less selfish, for my Barbaric manslaughter [I dont accept full responsibility] was not without its losses. I imagine there are friends, family and relatives of the snail that are mortified at this tragedy. I can hear it now, poor mother snail [weeping]
' as if things could get any worse, it was just last week we lost Aunt Mildred to a bucket of salt...'
I just trod on a snail.
Barefoot.
My feet were literally naked when I stood on the slimeball.
It is 10.45pm, I have just had a lovely evening out with Krust and Gemmaroo and I innocently went onto our garden decking to see what stepdad Nick was doing in the garden at such an hour [watching 'his' newts in the pond...don't ask]. I screeched and hopped into my house, crawled up the stairs into the bathroom and proceeded in washing my foot. It seems that soap doesnt work, so i had to physically scrape the slime off with my nail. When I get to heaven I shall ask the Lord this: Lord, why oh WHY did you make snail slime waterproof? Why did you make snail slime? Why did you make snails?
I feel this was from the Lord. Gemma challenged me this evening and said that the Lord could really be teaching me about decision making through my current dilemma. However I feel I was right in a previous train of thought; I'm not going to go to uni. God has challenged me and set me on a new mission in life. Herein I shall devote my life to the meticulous research of chemical properties and their potential uses to rid the world of these pesky molluscs.
Perhaps I should be less selfish, for my Barbaric manslaughter [I dont accept full responsibility] was not without its losses. I imagine there are friends, family and relatives of the snail that are mortified at this tragedy. I can hear it now, poor mother snail [weeping]
' as if things could get any worse, it was just last week we lost Aunt Mildred to a bucket of salt...'
Sunday, 15 April 2007
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