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Reflections 2019 w27

Well my skin is taking a strange turn this year. Instead of the usual red head burn and peel, if I misjudge being outside by 5 minutes, my skin is burning and going white. Not that the Scottish DNA that runs in the family does not provide a white sun intolerant skin as it is.

Usually if I can do it right, the sun exposure goes pink, tans ever so lightly and leaves behind more freckles, but one patch of my hands looks like I have poured bleach on it to get rid of the freckles and any sign of colour.

I have googled it, and I will bring it up with the doc when I see him, but I can only find one cause. Nothing can be done and it is more a skin type than condition.

But I remembered that I had a hypothetical conversation on vampires before. That Hollywood has not got enough red head vamps. We are a natural for this type of being.

  • We avoid the sun.
  • We do not have to be told, or trained,  to avoid it at vampire elementary.
  • We burn if it catches us unprepared.
  • We tend to lurk in the darker or more shaded recesses  of locations whilst everyone else walks in the light, perfect for a passing snack during the day.
  • Pale pasty skin is our look any way.
  • Nobody would bat an eyelid at a pale pasty red head walking down the street.

When you wear factor 50 suncream and still get burnt, you know your kind originated in some miserable weathered place.

Which makes our thick curly/wavy hair even more annoying. As this weather will make it frizz like mad.

No wonder we are classed as being moody, we have not found the weather that suits us yet.

 

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Reflections 2019 w26

It’s been an mixed week, I have been on holiday, came back to my sons birthday and my uncle going to the hospital after a fall.

That is where my first, and I hope last, encounter with love Island occurred.

My uncle is suffering from the early stages of dementia and is constantly looking for ‘you know’ on the telly. Whilst he does this he leaves programs on. Tonight it was Love Island, 20 minutes of it.

I do not understand the appeal, or what entertainment it offers that differs from the end of a night of booze down the local nightclub. Except these people are sober, I think.

Petty squabbles, jumping into differing beds like they were teenagers and that was pretty much all I saw them do.

I thought entertainment was to transport you away from reality for just little while, to give you a break. Not bring strife into your home – except via news channels.

I do not miss having my TV connected to a multitude of telly stations. It’s been 4 years since it has shown a tv station on it. And from what glimpses I catch, it is the same program formats from before I switched off.

I do not think I will be switching back on for a long while. Box sets offer programs I want to watch – minus all the adverts. Binge watch anyone?

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Reflections 2019 w24

Oh I do hate misplacing things, especially after one has searched, and sorted all the draws and bags I could have placed it. I have spent 4hrs searching/sorting and still no joy.

I so want some of the information held within its pages for tomorrow, but I have exhausted all ideas where there notepad could have been placed.

I thought I placed it in the drawer there when it was filled, but no, I did not.

I found the notepad prior to the one I am after, which got filled before the date I am after, and I am positive I have not thrown the following pad away.

I guess it will turn up eventually, but not alas today.

 

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Reflections 2019 w20

Goodbye dear Elan…

As some of you may have picked up on, I have a dog, Spot. But she was not the only dog from the end of my failed relationship, there was also her dad, Elan. Who sadly has ‘passed away’ from ill health and old age in the time between my sons last visit and this one.

It was a tough decision on which dog to leave behind because I could not take both, Elan was a cracking dog, but my son had begun a strong bond with him…Hand feeding him from the bowl whilst he stays on the couch will do that. So the decision was made easier for me, my son would have a faithful dog and friend.

Elan was chosen for a name from one of the American Indian languages, it meant ‘friend’, he lived up to that name.

I am grateful that whilst we were looking for frogs, my son tried to deliver the news. He struggled a little, but enough was said for me to ask the question…”Is Elan still with us?”.

And I am also grateful for the fact we can talk about the feelings connected with this loss. And that when he talks of him, it is of love and affection, with a smile on his face.

So goodbye old friend, and if there is a heaven…Please don’t get too excited and piddle on Gods foot.

A sad message for my 200th post…

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RefLectins 2019 w15

have you ever had one of those feelings you have not done something, but it never clicks until way later. This is one of those times.

I could have sworn that last weeks blog was done this weekend, this year is zooming past.

The fox has been done and awaits my uncles approval, and surprise as I have not stated it has been done, or worked on since Christmas.

I am also looking at it, in its multi colour fabrics, and thinking I could simplify the pattern more. I know it’s going to keep on altering. Pattern making for a stuffed item is different to pattern making for a puppet skin as it needs to create the form rather than drape the form. But I’m getting there.

Oh and one little ranty question…

Why do computers need to have bank holidays off? It’s caused no end of pain in the butt shuffling funds around because the standing order had not gone through on Friday when I went to pay for an item. Grrrr.

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Reflections 2019 w14

It is time to start marking out the pattern for the fox door stop, but due to confusion last time on the left side/right side marking out, which was only discovered at the time of sewing, I have started redrawing the pattern.

This time colour coded and twin sets, left and right.

Also added on is the colour it is going to be, and a pattern sheet created in order to follow. I rearranged the construction order last time and found it easier.

But me being me, I have also changed the pattern slightly, as when the dummy was created from the old pattern one disliked some parts. So another dummy section or two to make, to see if the alterations work.

One is not frustrated at this part of the process, as I am still learning about darts and pattern shapes that, when sewn, create forms. One is also thinking of going the charity shops to get teddy bears. Although I am not sure what my nephew would think if he sneaked into my room, or what my son would think when he came to stay, me having a collection of teddy’s.

It’s one thing to create a creature/puppet, it’s quite something else to dissect a teddy and have its limbs plucked off and face pulled apart and spread over a sheet of paper, its stuffing filling bags at the side.

No, one imagines that would be quite brutal in a child’s eyes.

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Reflections 2019 w05

I bumped into my friend the other day whilst walking in the downpour we had. And, with not seeing each other for a long while, had a chat, as the rain got even heavier.

He was working, making a delivery, and had to wait for the homeowner; I was already sodden, due to leaving the house with no adequate rainwear. Light showers were forecast and my clothing matched that forecast, the lack of dark clouds also gave me the false confidence of going for the walk when we did.

So here we were, standing under what could have easily been a draining bathtub, water flowing off the few areas that where fully waterproof, both of us were soaked.

But it was not this that got me to thinking…

It was how differently we viewed the weather. I dislike the rain, there are exceptions – like the spring showers that can come out of nowhere, then disappear just as fast when shelter is found, not enough to get you wet, but enough to get you to steam when the sun shines once more, rainfall on a tent etc. But he said he preferred the rain, this cold, winter, drenching  – over the snow.

I prefer the snow, especially walking in it. One can get around the walk much dryer than the same amount of liquid in rain form. A good layer of insulation and the snow can sit on the jacket to be shaken off occasionally, even Spot collects it on her coat. One has yet to get stuck in the snow in this car, and the last time I had to abandon a car was over a decade ago. But he drives a van, and apparently they hate the snow. He does not particularly like driving/walking in the snow either.

To put this into perspective we are both the same age, both live in the same area and drive on similar roads, we experience the same weather.

Its not like he has worse weather conditions.

But one  wonders…

Do I see the weather through an artists eyes, or practical eyes. How he spoke it was practicalities for him. I can see both.

Which perspective shaped my view of the snow to the point of having to walk in it when it first comes. Or are there hidden memories locked away in the dark recesses of my mind that hold the key to my positive viewpoint???

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