I am always so acutely aware of my happiness.
I think it’s something that naturally goes hand in hand with depression. Like a business man who’s obsessed with money. He’ll never have enough of it and therefore never be satisfied.
A bit like that.
I see the faults in this, I see the circles I must go in. The more you try to not be obsessed with something though the more attention you’re giving to that one thing. But this post isn’t about that anyway.
Recently a thought hit me – I do so much to try and make myself happy. Well, nothing has worked well so far, so why not do things for others instead. Spend my time a little more wisely.
I’ve gone along with idea for a few months now. A lot of my help to others seems to always involve paint. I’ve tried to help emotionally a few times and I can’t seem to do that quite yet.
I can’t do more than I’m ready for but if there’s some DIY someone needs doing, I’ll be there for youuu.
I haven’t done anything ground breaking. I haven’t helped the community, only family and friends. And it’s all little things that they could have done but I’ve done it instead. It still seems like I gave them a little bit of happiness and that’s the goal.
Someone to feel happy.
In turn that does make me feel happy.
And the act alone of painting chairs or a fence is therapeutic and has given me a little hope.
Not that any of this is about how I feel. My focus was never on that.
I encourage you to help someone in a small way. And the only reason for that action is for their satisfaction, not your own.
Today I thought I’d share my incense stick holder I’ve been using for a few weeks. It’s not the most practical, it makes a total mess, so I usually use it if my surfaces need cleaning anyway.
I won’t be buying a real incense holder, I know I won’t, I haven’t got the room anyway. So this is a nice, quick and easy solution that I came up with and I’m sure I’ll keep with for a long while.
It’s made out of air dry clay. I had some left over after making some moon faces, so I rolled it in a ball and stuck in a peg at an angle.
Once it was dry I painted the bottom part gold and then covered it all in PVA glue.
So that’s that. One of my crafts I use regularly and haven’t thought of sharing before. Thanks for reading!
I could be cruel and post photos of me in sunny Morocco from a long two weeks ago, while it’s currently snowing outside, and that dark temptation played on my mind for a long while.
Instead I listened to the angel on my right shoulder and have decided to share my blanket I’ve been knitting for a few years.
Imagine your face being stroked by the soft material, seeing as it can’t be by the sun.
I am not a consistent knitter. It’s for me when my fingers are jittery but I don’t want a big project. Also, tends to be when I’m in a bit of a slump and am trying to comfort myself with creative things.
This blanket is like an old friend. I’m not consistent but the blanket is.
I had a conversation with a friend about hand prints and why we stop doing them as adults. ‘Because our hands don’t grow,’ she said, and a very valid point that I had not thought of.
Then we discussed that they do when we gain or loose weight, not that you’d want to document that anyway.
But I document near enough everything, I enjoy making things with no expectations and since I have no hand prints of my current and final hand size, I wanted one.
I used the back of my hand, pressed into air dry clay. I then painted it with water colour paint, then repainted the bits I didn’t like – and then painted more and wish I didn’t. Oh well!
I hope it isn’t seen as a vanity thing, because I really enjoyed it and want to make more.
(Even if it is, I suppose it doesn’t matter, because they’re for me)
Yes, it’s late.
In January I shared my adventure box idea – a gift to each couple in my family of a whole years worth of fun – and today I’m finally sharing Feb. Don’t get me wrong, during February I kept thinking ‘oh, I better do that’ and always shrugging it off because there was always more time.
WRONG! February has the least amount of time.
I knew this, I’ve lived 26 February’s, and yet here I am, on March the 12th (which if Feb had 31 days, it would still be March the 9th), finally doing it.
(I am very visual and I can’t hold a lot of information in my brain before it flies out. I need a calendar) (like, always by my side) (actually, in front of me) (glued to my eye lids, preferably)
This month comes with Valentine’s cards for them to make, candles, a print of their initials and a pancake recipe for pancake day.
I pride myself on my honesty, and I can honestly tell you I have never, ever made pancakes before. I have no bliming clue how this recipe tastes. Funny that, considering I wrote it…
So that was last month for you and I may even be wild this month and post it THIS MONTH. Let’s not hold ourselves to anything, yeah? The best way.
Successfully did Veganuary with this guy…
And ate a lot, a lot of food…
Finally begun reading again, in hopes for some quiet…
And finally, my love for clay deepened…