Hello everyone 🙂
This collage was inspired by some of the changes and decisions I am having to make this year. Trying to work out what works best for me, how to manage that pesky work/life balance, and making decisions about the future. All things I would rather procrastinate about with my usual head-in-the-sand attitude.
I’m not good at making decisions. I have trouble deciding what colour underwear to put on, let alone making decisions about employment or whether or not to buy a house. While I have been a brave girl (sort of) and managed to buy my first home, I still struggle with the career side of things. What am I supposed to be doing? Am I doing what makes me happy? Is it more important to be fulfilled and content in your work, or should paying your bills come first? So tricky.
All I know is that I am calm and settled when I am crafting. That is one part of the life equation I don’t want to give up. No one else has to judge it or even see it. It’s doesn’t have deadlines, most of the time, and no one will get fired if it isn’t done right. It gives me a sense of achievement, and if I don’t like what I’ve made, I can just paint over it and no one else needs to know.
How do you balance your creative side and your needing-to-work side? Or are you lucky enough to combine the two and make a living from your art? I’d love to hear how you make things work for you.
Thank you for dropping by x
Had a death in the house this week… This tiny little gecko decided to meet his maker, under a pile of my crafting supplies (which I am sure will be my fate someday). So sad. I had seen him earlier in the week and had desperately tried to catch him (which also involved me having a conversation with him whereby I tried to convince him he should come out so I could take him outside) but he had disappeared into my book shelves. Then, when I was clearing up on Sunday, I found his little corpse in between some sheets of scrapbooking paper 😦
Look at his tiny little toes! Those pretty, gem-like and almost metallic eyes! The patterns in his skin! So sweet. I don’t think he was long gone…his body was still soft and pliant. I’m glad I didn’t squish him – he wasn’t flattened or anything like that. Just looked like he was sleeping really. He may have just gotten dehydrated, stuck in my house, or maybe he was already sickly. But he’s so tiny! And perfect!
Apparently geckos are nocturnal and eat insects. That’s about all I know. Other than them being cute. I did have a much larger one in my shed a while back and he scared the living daylights out of me. He leapt off the wall as I opened the door and basically flung his tail at me. Which was a bit horrifying. I (again) was having a conversation with a reptile – “Please keep your tail! I don’t want to eat you!”- but to no avail. His tail wriggled and flipped for ages by itself as he ran off into the undergrowth. Icky!
I’m not sure what kind of gecko this one is. I guess he’s just some sort of common house gecko. Let’s go with that. He wasn’t wearing a name tag. You can look at some other kinds HERE if you’re in to that sort of thing.
I’ve kept him for now, as my brother sometimes does resin art and uses, ahem, dead things. But, besides that, he (the gecko) seems too lovely to get rid of. I’ll bury him if nothing else. He deserves that, and will go into the earth or be dinner for other critters.
RIP little dude x
Just a really quick post today… We had a different kind of visitor in the library last week – another bobtail! They are so lovely 🙂 This little guy decided to check out the library (I think he came in to get cool but then he was laying in a sunny spot by the window so he may have been a little bit confused!) and I always attempt to catch them (I can’t help myself) if it can be done quickly and with as little stress to them as possible. It’s better than having them running all over the place, frightening the not-so-reptile-friendly people in the building. This one was very placid and I caught him easily – I think he must have been quite cool as he was slow and not particularly bothered by me handling him. No hissing or aggression displays (no sign of that lovely blue tongue!) and not struggling either. I wasn’t holding him very tight – he seemed fairly docile and not stressed. I showed a few people (the ones I knew wouldn’t squeal) and then let him go into the bushland next door, away from cars and people.
You can’t see him very well in this picture (and I’ve been told I look way too pleased with myself) but he was a fairly big specimen, very healthy-looking with no ticks or scars. Very handsome! (Or beautiful – I don’t claim to be able to tell the sex of these critters) If you’re not sure of what a bobtail looks like, check out my other post on a previous visitor HERE
Ah, Australia – you never know what you’re going to encounter next, even in the workplace 🙂