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Sunday, 21 June 2015

6 happy things



Life lately has been emotional. If I saw this emotional rollercoaster at a theme park I would sack it off and go on the teacups instead (I *love* the teacups) but, y'know, I'm strapped in to life already so I'm just going to enjoy the ride. In that spirit, six happy things!

1) Plans
Currently I am in the process of making some veery exciting and cunning plans. They may or may not come to fruition, but I can tell they're the best kind of plans because they're filling my belly with a mixture of terrror and excitement.

2) Kitten
I have to control my keyboard here, because I could bore on about him for days. His little face just makes me so happy! He has gone from being a cat who refused to look at us to being a cat who has no chill whatsoever. This makes privacy in this house quite difficult because you shut the bedroom door, hear a thud and are joined by a bundle of moulting fluff. He keeps us under constant surveillance, like a small furry Big Brother. He's cute enough to make up for it though. Adorably Orwellian.
I wish I looked half this cute while asleep. In a non stalky way, sorry Kitten. Totally respect your catty boundaries.

3) My animals and other family
And other animals I guess. We're just back from a flying visit up North to catch up with family. And allll the animals, including our cat Barney who trots after you when you walk the dogs and Annie, the adorable Shetland Pony, who gives you her paw and mugs you for extra strong mints. And we met some ridiculously cuddly cocker spaniels too. I really like being surrounded by animals. I might secretly be the under-qualified version of Doctor Dolittle.
Did I mention that Barney is an IRL glamourpuss?

4) Body Shop satsuma shower gel
This smells like a slice of fruity heaven and for some reason really reminds me of my childhood (family with good taste in gift sets perhaps?). Pleasing shower gel is the best kind of pleasing thing because it makes mornings smell good. Mornings should smell good, taste good and look good to remind you that sometimes the real world can be almost as good as dream world.
Lovely orange things

5) Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt
This programme makes me happy because 1) hilariously funny, 2) fabulous clothes, including light up trainers and sunshine yellow cardigans and 3) weirdly inspiring. I mean, if Kimmy can build a life of excellence after being in the Bunker, then I *definitely* can. Plus the theme tune gets stuck in my head and puts a bounce in my step. If you haven't seen it, you need to go and catch a Netflix and catch up. Basic theme is, woman escapes kidnap / cult bunker situation, builds a life of excellence in New York. What's not to love?

6) Peanut butter cups
Joss has recently returned from a trip across the pond to see his family. He came back with a massive bag of peanut butter cups, and I wouldn't say I'm easily bought but it did make me love him a *little* bit more. They were miniature ones, which has meant many mouthfuls of peanut buttery goodness. The USA don't always get sweeties right, but they hit on a winner with that one, didn't they?
Lovely brown things

Sunday, 7 June 2015

1000 paper cranes



There's a legend in Japan that if you can fold 1000 paper cranes (senzbazuru), then you get a miracle. Well, a legend makes it sound very myffic, it's big business in Japan, with kits for sale and everything. But who doesn't want a miracle, heh? And more to the point, who doesn't want a thousand paper cranes in their life?

I'm going to fold myself up a miracle. I'm *reasonably* certain one of my friends has done this in the past, so if that was you please remind me who you are and confirm to me that I will have a wish to show for my papercuts, k?

So the rules (because rules make things fun!) are:

The Senzbazuru has to be folded within one year. I started on 06/06/15 so I'll need to finish by 06/06/16. Look at all those lovely 6s! That wasn't even deliberate. Dontcha wish your girlfriend had an innate sense of aesthetically pleasing dates like me.

I can't give them away. Which is going to be interesting, because what is craft other than an excuse to palm off home-made objects of varying shoddiness on my ever gracious granny?

They have to all be folded by me. I'm cool with this. I'm not even going to let anyone near my flock of paper pretties without a full background check and a sample of saliva.

I'm sure there are variations of the challenge with more or less or different rules, but I'm happy to stick with these for now.

It's going to be a challenge enough already for a couple of reasons. Namely:

image via pinterest
Preach it Bernard! Except to be fair, I don't come from a long line of quitters, I come from a long line of women who Get Stuff Done, and then there's me at the flapping end bimbling about like Winnie the Pooh. So, if you see me over the next year, you have my permission to grab my hands and cover me in lemon juice. If I *don't* scream in papercut induced pain then shout at me to get back to folding please? Thank you.

Secondly, I am clumsy and have a tendency to tear stuff / trip over stuff / melt stuff to other stuff. Add this to the fact that I have a cat who wants to get his sharp claws into anything that I am doing and it's quite likely that these are gonna have to be some industrial strength cranes to survive.

So far, I have folded 14 cranes. Which means I only have 986 left to fold.

Oh my.

What have I got myself into?

On the reassuring side, 14 paper cranes look much more impressive than just one. I could be all pretentious about that, and say it shows that working together to build up others results in something much more beautiful than we could ever achieve on our own. I could. But  I won't inflict that on you. I'll just think it really loudly instead.

Fly, my pretties!