It’s here!

And look.

The nice man gave me a fire red one just so I don’t forget each time I use it that I can blow up at any time.

Wasn’t that nice of him.

Actually Joe was very nice. He put my hose back on the tank for me even though he had to sign a waiver in the shop that if he exploded the company wasn’t to blame.

It’s not like the old days anymore when people just did things for other people with no thought of if they hurt their back, or blew up, etc. I do get it, but it’s a little sad that there are so many rules and regulations. We’ve kind of lost that human touch.

Joe hasn’t though :)

So I’m open for business again.

Which is great as I’ve had a little run of sales and have reached my $1,000 mark so I’ll be sending that off to Syria.

I’ve been struggling a little bit with if it’s worth it. If I’m being naive. But you know, I’m just not going to worry about it.

I’m on a mission and that’s that.

I want to share this video with you about the people who suffered the awful weather in Cornwall, U.K. in these past months.

To me this embodies the way I would choose to live.

If I wasn’t such a pessimist that is.

;)

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I’ve been painting

Or rather, oil pastel-ing.

 

 

 

I think this is my favourite medium. The colours are so rich and meaty.

I find it hard to get back into jewelry after an art show. It’s like I’m all jeweled out.

I did fairly well at the festival. I made a thousand dollars, which, with what I already have, brings me to fifteen hundred.

I think this time the money is going to the Water for India thing, and Syria again.

http://www.charitywater.org

http://www.savethechildren.org.

Although I’m going to check out the Indian charity a little more first. I don’t usually give to the smaller charities as they aren’t so well known.

I don’t know, sometimes I get disheartened. It all seems so little for so much, but I can’t worry about it too much otherwise my brain will explode.

And that might hurt a bit.

So, I will leave you with a picture of my son in his halloween costume.

If you see him, please take him directly to the nearest psych ward.

He needs all the help he can get.

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This time.

I sent my jewelry earnings to –

Care.

Just thought you’d like to know.

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So, moovin’ on, before it all gets a little overwhelming in the, what the hell’s happening to the world, department, here are a few things I’ve been doodling.

I call this my, What in god’s name are you aiming for here then, period.

 

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But here’s a relatively normal one.

 O.K. perhaps marginally normal.

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So as my trip to Spain looms nearer, my life has become more and more fraught with anxiety. Who on this planet wouldn’t want a trip to Spain you might wonder? Well, except for the Spaniards that answer would be – me.

The reasons being …

1. I have to board an airplane. Fortunately I have been saving up my Xanax stash for just this kind of emergency.

2. Not only do we have to land in England, because that’s where all my relatives live and it would be a bit rude to go to Spain and not pop in and say hi, we then have to land in Gibraltar.

Which, according to the t.v. programme, The Top Ten Most Dangerous Airports in the World, is one of the top ten most dangerous airports in the world. I think I’m going to ban t.v. from my entertainment lineup and take up drinking instead. (Oh wait, I already do that).

And yes, the airport does cross the road, but apparently the danger comes from the wind currents that come around that big hulking rock.

And I’m sure the fact that the runway goes straight into the sea doesn’t help much either.

After that we hire a car and go to the part of Spain where my brother in law’s wedding is to be held.

NORMAL people, wouldn’t make their favourite sister in law suffer like this. Just sayin’

3. I have to buy clothes for the wedding.

I’m not going to go into this here, but as I’ve not been able to get out of my black t-shirt and jeans look for years and years now, this is proving to be a bit of a problem. You see, black t-shirts and jeans means that people don’t look at you, and you can move about undetected, and unbothered, and just do your stuff without having to worry about it. Weddings are not conducive to jeans and black t-shirts – funerals are O.K. however.

So, except when I’ve been ignoring the whole darn thing, I’ve been working on getting over it. I’ve concluded that I just need to bung something not black and not jeansey on, and simply shut my eyes through the whole day. If I can’t see anyone, they can’t see me – right? Oh, and there’s always the alcohol.

4, We have to fly back from Gibraltar. (Did I mention that it’s one of the top ten most dangerous airports in the world?)

And

5. We have to fly back from London.

This all involves landing you understand.

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So, I’m off to the mall now with N who is NOT the best person in the universe to shop with as she’s as insecure as I am. I’m sure we’ll be alright, and if we’re not, there’s always the alcohol.

And here is a little picture of a happier child in need, if there is such a thing, just so I don’t leave you miserable from the Care picture above.

Don’t say I don’t worry about you.

And this creepy monk guy,

He’s worried about you too.

Oh, and here’s a picture of Wally in the sink.

He’s worried about everything.

This guy.

He could care less.

Shame on him!

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Done!

This morning I made my $10,000 goal.

Thank you to everyone that bought jewelry from Cold Feet Studio.

I really appreciate it.

Click photo to go to Save the Children.

:)

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” Winston Churchill.

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