Little Box of Echeveria (and sneaky snacks)

Little Box of Echeveria (and sneaky snacks)

I have gone from hardly posting at all to posting A LOT this week.  It won’t last, I’m sure.  Get it while it’s hot!

Potted up this little ceramic box with a bunch of Echeveria pups I had propagated.  One of my colleagues at work is turning the big 7-0 this week and I wanted to get her a little something for her office.  I had planned on buying an orchid, but the shops only seemed to have enormous ones that were out of my price range, so I decided to pot up a few succulents for her in a nice pot.  Found these weeny square ceramic pots at Bunnings for less than $4.  I was going to put in a few different varieties of succulent, but then I decided to just use the echeverias, although there are several different colours.  They will eventually grow to big for the pot but for a little while they will be happy enough.  It annoys me when plant pots are made with no hole in them for drainage.  I realise the do this so that water doesn’t leak out all over your precious heirloom tablecloth or whatever, but still… I just put a load of gravel or other free-draining material in the bottom to prevent any root-rot.

It’s cute – I hope she likes it.  Everything makes her sneeze and cough, so I had to get something that wouldn’t flower heaps or have lots of pollen.  I figure I am pretty safe with these little guys.

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I’m also making some chocolate oat cookies (these) to take to work for everyone to share.  I hate to admit it, but I ate half of the batter before it even made it to the oven.  Because I am an idiot.  Who shouldn’t eat chocolate. Le Sigh.  Sometimes, my brain switches off.  Actually, more truthfully, most days it doesn’t switch on in the first place.  I have been trying to be good lately and not eat bad stuff but it is a losing battle.  I didn’t go for a walk today so can’t even say “at least I exercised”. I wanted to have lost a couple of kilos by the time my annual renal appointment came up at the end of the month, but it looks like I will have to wear the same sheepish, guilty expression I always have when I see my specialist.

Well, I am heading into boring “I am fat” territory and don’t want to subject you to that yawn-fest, so I shall go.

Hope your day has been happy and guilt-free.  Or FULL of guilty pleasures.  Yeah, that sounds much more fun!

🙂

Too Tired for a Title

Too Tired for a Title

So tired.  Too tired to type.  Work has gone from ridiculously busy and stressful to it’s-possible-I-might-have-an-aneurism-very-soon busy and stressful.  I’m not even going to go into details, just believe me when I say I have face-palmed more this week than in any other week before it and I predict much swearing and head-holding before the week is up.

I’ve made a couple of jewellery bits and pieces, for the lovely K who is, as I type, gallivanting around Tonga somewhere swimming with whales (as you do).  I envy her lifestyle so much.  I also envy her ability to wear bathers in public and not worry about what anyone else thinks (she doesn’t need to worry anyway).  My thighs and other flabby bits are stopping me from swimming with whales!  Well, that and the fact I am not a very good traveller, don’t like flying, can’t dive without holding my nose and spend too much money on craft supplies and op-shopping to actually go and buy myself some holidays in exotic locations.  With whales.

Back to the jewellery.  K wanted me to re-string a shell she loved onto some string or thonging.  We’d already done this a while back but she wore it in the water (as she does) and it started fraying and disintegrating.  So I decided to go with tiger tail (not really ideal for water either but stronger) and bead the whole length.  Hope she likes it.  I know she wanted a more natural look but hopefully she will approve of this different approach….

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…also did some matching earrings…(both pieces using some wooden beads I bought last week)…

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…and, finally, I repaired and re-strung a bracelet I had made K ages ago.  This had also suffered disintegration via sea water baths and was barely holding itself together.  But it is fixed again now, ready for another few months of ocean swimming (and probably the odd whale/shark/seal/krakken sighting).

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It’s nice having someone appreciate my funny little crafting endeavours and so, to K, I say thank you 🙂

PS Sorry – very short post but I am completely shattered after a very long day lifting furniture, dealing with clients, trouble-shooting problems and just being in a general unorganised frenzy.  Hope you’re having a zen-like, calm and non-stressful week – send some of that over to me! 🙂

You’re Moving Out Today

You’re Moving Out Today

Pack up your rubber duck, I’d like to wish you luck…

I hate moving.  Moving sucks.  The packing of boxes, the culling of drawers and cupboards, the cleaning of areas long hidden by fridges and shelves and televisions.  The complete disarray of stuff everywhere that seems to multiply every time you think you’re just about done.  I hate moving.  But what I hate even more, is when everyone else is moving and you’re being left behind.  That is way worse.  This is the situation I find myself in this week.

My workplace has lots of staff.  Lots of people in lots of offices, spread out across two sites.  So many people, in fact, we ran out of room for everybody.  So, a new building was needed where everyone could be together under one roof.  Everyone, that is, except little old moi. Well, moi and a few counsellors and a couple of extra people.  But, mostly, just me.  Í have had a year to worry about it but I wasn’t prepared for how upset I would actually be when it happened.  Everyone is leaving me.  It doesn’t help that it has now been a year since I separated from hubby and I am feeling a little bit abandoned and pathetic all over again as I fill out divorce papers and deal with stuff I don’t want to deal with.

I love my workmates.  They have been such a support to me over the last year or so and I will miss them terribly now that I won’t see them every day.  I know they’re still working for the same company and I will see them from time to time, but it isn’t the same and my job will feel much less…well, just less.  I don’t love my job – I love being at my job because of the people here. I know I get overly emotionally attached to people, I do.  It’s a bit of an issue with me.  I don’t know that it is necessarily a bad thing, but it does leave me prone to ridiculous heartbreak and melancholy over relationships that are, except to me, quite superficial.  People who probably don’t give me a second thought once they leave work for the day.  I just get attached to people and do not like it when I have to leave them, or them leave me.  I don’t do well at Goodbyes.  I get teary when staff have send-offs at work, whether I know them or not.

I am also having a slight panic attack about my new role, which is basically my usual role with a whole new bunch of stuff tacked on to it.  I am going to have to deal with clients more than before which is worrying to me (my self-confidence and social ability being what they are) and I am not sure I will be up for much of what is now expected of me.  I think people think I am far more competent than I actually am.  I am secretly quite useless.  Now I will be the main “face” of the workplace.  I don’t have the kind of face you need to be a “face”.  I need a different face.

Mostly, I am just going to miss everybody – the banter, the gossip, the laughs and the friendship. The guffaws from down the hallway and the “Hello! Morning! Hi!” as each day begins.  I won’t miss the mess in the kitchen or the politics, but I would gladly have those if it meant I got to keep the people.  I will miss the silliness and the little daily interactions that make the time fly by.  I will miss yelling stuff over the communal wall when I need to let reception know things.  I will miss the lunchroom chatter.  I will miss being part of something and feeling like I belong.  I don’t ever feel like I belong anywhere, so to have had that for the last year and then have it taken away is a bit disturbing for me.

 Obviously, I am over-reacting.  I will see these people again and I will talk to them on the phone and via email.  I will get to catch up with them at staff meetings and will probably visit the new offices when and if I need to.  And, in about three years, we are having a new building constructed that will see us all together again under one roof.  But that is years away.  Everyone will have left by then.  People are not like me, they don’t stay somewhere for a million years.  I myself already feel like quitting.  I am actually feeling quite bereft at the thought of not having everyone here (in case you hadn’t guessed already).  I’m going to have to make my work be about, well, work…  I’ve been coming to work to see my friends – work itself was just something I had to do while I was seeing my friends.  Don’t get me wrong, I think I do a reasonable job – I get things done on time, usually early and I am prompt and efficient and accommodating with requests.  I follow up on things and I help people.  I strive to always give 100%.  But it’s harder to do those things when there’s no one around to notice or make you feel otherwise happy and a part of something.  I don’t want to leave this place but, at the end of the day, it is just that – a place.  Without the people in it, it’s just a few walls and some daggy carpet.

Basically, I am being a big baby and whinging about nothing.  I have a job – that is something to be thankful for – and if things are changing a little, well, I will just have to get used to it.  But I am not good at change.  Change is scary.  Change makes things uncertain and different and just icky.  Until they turn into the things you’re used to.  And that, I suppose is what I have to wait for.  Or I could just hide under a desk somewhere and pretend it’s all not happening.  That sounds much more like me 🙂