annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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For bearded women everywhere
I managed to wear myself out with all that socialising earlier in the week and have been hardly functional ever since. Pretty silent too, apart from the moaning (obviously).
Somehow I dredged up a bit of commitment to the old creative life and did some food-themed decoupage on an old wooden file I rescued from Sara's white city, to keep recipes in:
So soothing, tearing pictures out of magazines. Thank you to whoever it was that suggested tearing rather than cutting - you're right, the effect is much softer and more unified without all those hard straight lines.
Sara and I have been talking about tidying and cleaning the house for weeks, during which time the mess has piled higher and higher, the gloom thicker and thicker. But today we just tore right into it and everywhere is lovely. Both the red curtains are up at last and there's even space for them to pile up on the floor:
To reward ourselves we went to the beach in town for a swim, just as the sun was going down.
It was the first time I'd experienced a tide low enough to leave sand at Brighton, and fantastic to see how much of the ruined pier was revealed:
We got right inside:
Don't ask - I haven't a clue, but no one seemed to mind.
What I like most in this next picture is the way the light hides every one of the cat's hairs on my black jacket, but manages to illuminate a portion of my beard rather beautifully:
Grateful for: Clean bedding and clean me; an end to my current financial crisis - all good till Christmas, I reckon; I signed up for a felt-making course and a couple of women's writing workshops; this being my thirty-first whole year of being a mother (ie Sammie's 31st birthday) and we're all still speaking to each other (more or less); the sound of wind-chimes in the distance.
Sweet dreams xx
11:32 p.m. - 22/08/2009
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