Not much to report on my food from yesterday so let’s interrupt the vegan express train to throw in something else. Let’s mix things up for today.
It’s cold and windy. Every year I forget January is like this. I keep getting a hopeless, lowness cloud over me, and each day I’m batting it away like a strangers fart. The problem with lowness is that when you feel like there is no hope, there is no answer to what will help you.
Though I have tried reading, crafting, socialising and I booked a holiday for the end of February, I still feel as empty as my bank account is. I am fine though, and happy. Just wrestling with the blues.
I don’t own a house, but here I am obsessing over the shapes of houses recently. It must be because of the incense burner I bought from Edinburgh. We stayed at the bottom of Victoria Street, which is a windy road with all different coloured buildings – it’s as magical as it sounds. At the Christmas market there was a stall of these incense burners which I fell madly in love with because it reminded me of the road, and I hoped always would.
I’m playing with air dry clay at the moment. Seeing where that’ll take me and then pop them onto my Etsy.
My choice of scent this evening is my wine bottle candle and I’ve gathered my make up brushes to clean later. That’s all I’ve planned, as dull as it seems, for I’m always hopeful for unexpected and spontaneous excitement.
Nothing says ‘Happy Halloween’ than sharing a pumpkin to carve because the other one was moldy.
And they say romance is dead!
The first episode of Stranger Things was watched after, which we have been talking about for months but now it’s arrived we haven’t been able to make time for it.
I was also eating strawberry Starbursts.
Are you spooked yet? OooOooooooo
James was going for a moon and stars look. Then when he fucked it up he turned it into a side wards smiley face, to be down with the kids – that is a quote. After 5 minutes he was done. All he needed.
I went for a classic look. I took longer than 5 minutes.
Not as good as last years though. Also, how fantastic is that pumpkin shape! Maybe I shouldn’t have messed around as much at the pumpkin patch this year and choose a better one, and also got a second one which wasn’t moldy.
Third year we have come to the PYO pumpkins in Rochester, and as you’ll be able to tell by the photos – we may have took it a lot less serious this year. Sounded like were weren’t the only ones, because as we were paying a friend asked, in a jokey way of course, whether it’s actually necessary to have security. Yes, apparently they’ve had people throwing them at each other. Along with stealing them – come on! It’s for charity!
We weren’t doing that, God no, as you walk in there’s a big sign saying no kicking or dropping and if anyone knows me it’s that if there’s a rule, I respect it. To balance it out, social rules are very lax, I couldn’t care less about them.
So like I said, unlike past years, it was more about having a good ol’ time than finding the best and most interesting pumpkins. Each year I plan to make food from them, note to self: you are never going to make food from them. Maybe one year you’ll be the homemaker you day dream about, not today sister.
One friend bought £36 worth of pumpkins and squashes, solely for the purpose of eating them. Good on you mate, all I can say, also that you’re boyfriends stomach is a lot more satisfied than mine. I should have bought him some to cook for me. Alas! I spent a fiver.
Just as we reached these containers at the exit, where they’ve collected some pumpkins for you (and I managed to pick up the cute, small ones I wanted because I was too busy having fun to find them in the field) our group went through the ones in our wheel barrows. Most of ours were put back, or swapped for others because they have a big board of what each one taste like. The girl with 36 quids worth, yeah she just filled her wheel barrow up more. If you know her you’d just nod at this because you know what she’s like. We love her for it. She’s the best.
The second we got under the gazebo to pay the heavens had opened. One of my pumpkins to carve was slightly moulding, as the staff pointed out and said I could quickly go fetch another one. I took one look at the weather and thought nahhh, my boyfriend and I will just carve the same pumpkin.
We had to run to the car with the wheel barrow (didn’t actually have to run, with hindsight, but the rain was very heavy) and as we reached the car, the rain had gone and we noticed this rainbow.
Being adults can be wicked.
Spoon full of sugar, and all that.
I still have to find the fun and make tidying a game, Mary Poppins knew her stuff..
You know the millions of personality tests, I’m always the type who has messy surrounds and is not only is fine with it, can thrive creatively in it. I’m also the type that the ‘really neat’ type gets infuriated about – I know more of those people.
I had to have a little tidy today though, my bedroom is also a somewhat office and so although everywhere has a place, the place is just everywhere. That really should be my slogan.
I’m very good at treating and rewarding myself, I think it’s something anxiety has taught me. So the way I tidy is I do some of the boring bit, then I do a nice thing. And so on.
Netflix on too, has to be done. Happy Valley. I liked it. Has to be background noise though otherwise I’d just tidy my bed and make a nice cosy circle to watch it from with a cup of tea.
Netflix on, slippers on – put away clean clothes – light a candle – tidy the bags of bits I’m selling…
Find a receipt from Bruge, Belgium, McDonald’s and instantly send a photo to the boyfriend…
Then send him photos of how clear the floor looks…
Then have a cup of coffee…
And decide to clutter up the newly cleared desk and start cutting up some art prints…
Water my beloved plants…
Take photos of a frame I refurbished…
And write a blog post (right now)…
Soooo, I may flit from one thing to the next and get distracted but at least its a little bit better and I don’t have to jump over things just to get out the door.
Till a couple of days time that is.
After collecting acorn caps yesterday, I had a little crafting session while catching up on some YouTube. I’m sure there was a cup of tea, so lets say there was just to set the scene.
It took me a while to make the ball of acorns but I plan to make more in the future – does this mean I’ll have to collect more?! Damn! Well, if I have to collect more then I’ll have to. It’s not like my favourite thing in the world, or anything.