Wait for it

Jewelry, Musings

I’ll let you in on a secret: I’m a glutton for beads. I like options, and with options come new ideas and designs and an emptier wallet I guess. So that’s why I was more than ecstatic when I got a surprise box in the mail the other day. It was a delayed birthday present from my best bud and I wasn’t allowed to open it until we could Skype the unravelling. And that wasn’t until 1 a.m., by which point I was surprisingly too exhausted to wait any second longer. But when I opened the box and realized that inside was a cigar box packed full of new colorful beads, it was all I could do to yell THANK YOU and smile like the big dork I am over the webcam.

Here’s a sample of what I got:

Plain bananas & the new beads

Plain bananas & the new beads

Can you spot the best ones? Yeah! Those tiny plain bananas are to die for! I’m going to work on a plain banana exclusive collection, which will feature these. So all this color and all this variety, brought back inspiration, and despite dwindling supplies, I managed to work on a few things today.

I leave you with one of the new necklaces. The evil eye is a prominent part of Greek culture, and hey, who doesn’t want to be on the safe side of things after all?

Make them green with envy.

Make them green with envy.

On a separate note, I discovered the wonders of bookporn and I honestly never thought there were people out there who found it great. Thank you Stan, for the link and yes, I’ll be looking for the perfect little locations too.

Until then, back to the beads, thanks to G.

One bullet at a time

Musings

I knew that never in my wildest dreams would I have managed to complete this über-ambitious list, yet some force of motivation (that is truly beyond me) steered me forward so that now:

– Clean my apartment before I start moving out Ha! Did this last night, after a 5-hour power nap. Planned? No. Did it work? Yes!!

– Complete a video project. My mom hasn’t had a chance to visit me in my hole-of-an-apartment so I’m going to make a video giving her the entire one-minute tour (and that’s stretching it, to be honest). Will make it into something fun and artsy, no doubt. Filmed a short clip that lasted 7 minutes, in a first-person angle — so there was me pretending my mom had actually come to visit me and I was giving her the tour. We waited for a cab to drive by and everything, and had suitcase in hand etc. I couldn’t stop laughing because I actually got excited about this faux-visit and could see myself acting like a complete fool. Such fun!

– Start packing! It took a mere 3 hours. Whoa!

– Move a few of my basic things over to the new place. A few things? Pff! We moved the whole lot today, and so now, the boxes have spread like some disease across all rooms of the new place, waiting to find where they belong. I managed to unpack a few things now, and I always forget how different things look in different spaces. It’s going to take a while to make it homely, but it’s going to happen.

– Upload the hundred something photos that have been idly waiting on that darn camera chip. I still need to sort through them, but first step done.

– Add some new photos here and on flickr. One of these days…

– Open up my shop – or at least the main page with the banner or something. Coming soon!

– At least set up my beading workspace. I need to get back on the beading treadmill a.s.a.p. The first thing I put up and organized. Still haven’t taken a picture, but even if I did now it would look too tidy and unnatural. I like to work in a creative chaos.

[Here come my regulars:]

– Read on, dammit. Erm…when?

– Gym it up (definitely not happening today, haha!) Where did I pack my gym clothes again?


Tomorrow morning I will deal with everything else. Among other things, I’m turning +1 year. Yes, officially, I’m past that mid-twenty marker and the day is completely unplanned, and I’m ready for whatever surprises it may bring.
But first, I need to get my life out of these boxes and out there where it belongs.

A super day

Musings

Yes, it’s been ages since I updated but things have been pretty hectic here in Crete-land. Today is a frantic day in which I hope to achieve a series of unfeasible goals. My to-do list is as follows:

– Clean my apartment before I start moving out

– Complete a video project. My mom hasn’t had a chance to visit me in my hole-of-an-apartment so I’m going to make a video giving her the entire one-minute tour (and that’s stretching it, to be honest). Will make it into something fun and artsy, no doubt.

– Start packing!

– Move a few of my basic things over to the new place.

– Upload the hundred something photos that have been idly waiting on that darn camera chip.

– Add some new photos here and on flickr.

– Open up my shop – or at least the main page with the banner or something.

– At least set up my beading workspace. I need to get back on the beading treadmill a.s.a.p.

[Here come my regulars:]

– Read on, dammit.

– Gym it up (definitely not happening today, haha!)

I will keep you posted on everything that is not happening. Most of these won’t, but it’s fun pretending I’m a Super Chick. Don’t even get me started on my special abilities.

Bedridden

Musings

The pathetic sum of my vacation thus far:

  • Tissues: On box number 3 currently.
  • Pills: A great variety. Have had Ponstan for fever, Panadol extra, some basic flu-related ones and the mandatory sore throat lozenges.
  • Thermometer: A useless one that keeps pointing out I have hypothermia when I don’t.
  • Sleep: I have forgotten state of wakefulness.
  • Tea: I sleep too much to drink it.
  • Food: What is food again?
  • Dreary English weather: Non-existent. Like a bad joke, it’s sunny every goddamn day.
  • Farnham: I know the way to Sainsbury’s, but otherwise since I’m home all day I might as well be anywhere.
  • Beads: 0

A visit to the doctor today is inevitable. Would you believe that I’m actually looking forward to that?

Left on a jet plane or two

Musings

After a whole day of traveling, preceded by night of utter paranoia and insomnia, I managed to get myself here in middle of nowhere UK to visit my sister. On the night before the flight, as always, I could hardly sleep, constantly fretting about whether I had remembered to pack everything.

[This proved a sensible thing to do, since I actually came up with a number of items I’d forgotten, but was too cold to get out of bed and jot down, so I found myself making catchy acronyms in my head so that I would remember in the morning. It worked.]

Meanwhile, add to that a sore throat, and mild fever, and general sleeplessness and that is basically the sum of the whole of my day in transit yesterday. But here I am. I’ve already located the local bead shop and I can’t wait to check it out tomorrow. Fever or no fever.

Into the moment

Musings

During the entire week, I’ve been telling myself than I need to wake up earlier that 10ish (and 11ish even), but have hardly made a conscious effort to meet that 9 o’clock wake up call. When I say hardly, I mean I haven’t even set any alarms, because I falsely convince myself it will happen naturally (of course the other reason is that my Thai-bought cell phone, only has annoying ringtones that are pretty much the equivalent of waking up to the racket of pots and pans, but with an Asian twist). Today, lo and behold, I woke up at 8.30 a.m. and in my disbelieving excitement that my biological clock had finally set itself right, I tried to transmit this excitement to my sleeping boyfriend, who could hardly understand what I was on about through his sleep-heavy eyelids. Enthusiasm diminished, I turned the other way and went back to sleep.

When we woke up at our regular 11ish time, we surprisingly managed to do everything we have always been saying we’d do on Saturdays but have never done until today. Saturdays are usually unrealistically inflated with all this hope and ambition of things we want to achieve, but secretly know we won’t. Today we were just more determined than usual and as a result I experienced the chaos and disorder of your average Greek farmer’s market for the first time, bought freshly-baked bread from the best bakery in town, got a new piercing and shopped at our local (evil) conglomerate for convenience’s sake. All this, while we trudged through what seemed to be the whole distance of Crete.

I have a thing with piercings, but I  think this will be my last one. Of course that’s what I said about my other “last one” two years ago, and look at me now. It’s hard pretending I mean such absolute statements, when I know the impulsive bug in me just won’t stay put. I like to kid myself like that.

I have been making some more jewelry with the new beads I got in the mail last week, but have yet to take some good photos of them. When I sit down to bead I actually get so into it that time sort of freezes and so does my brain actually, because I completely forget what it is I was doing before I picked up the pliers, the beads and whatever else. I call it Beading Alzheimer’s, and the only cure I know of is more beads, please.

Where Saturday takes me

Jewelry

Woke up, checked weather. Forecast for today – sunny. I didn’t need another reason to convince me to go out and catch up on my Vitamin D. Decided to take Sylvia (ibook) along for some writing and coffeeing. On the way stopped by indie bead shop and bought a handful (make that a baby handful) of beads.

I’d been meaning to buy something from this place – The Polytechnic. It offers some basic supplies and the guy who owns it runs kids’ workshops that basically encourage creative expression. It’s very anything-goes mood in there, and I’ve wanted to buy some beads to support what his doing. Checked this one off the list today. Got a ziplock to prove it.

Then I stumbled onto a charity shop that’s always closed when I walk past it. Universe conspired today – it was open. I went in, lured by shelves of second-hand books but restrained self. Found awesome pair of sunnies which were too tight and prone to giving me a headache. At only EUR 1.50, I was almost willing to pay my cheap way to uncomfortable pain, but some kind of internal alert went on and I was out of there before seriously getting carried away.

Ended up doing said writing, and along came friends and the morning walk became a day-long exit. The night ended with juggling, some paper planes and a headache.

With or without sunglasses, it came.

Tomorrow, I’m going to toy with these beads.

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