Summer in bloom

It’s been a strange summer here, lots of rain, lots of sun, lots of wind, and loads of flowers. A few weeks ago we went to spend some time at the place up north, it is in a village so small that food is sold from a van, as there are no shops (2 churches though lol), and I was amazed with the amount and variety of flowers still around in the fields!

Here is a little collage of some of the prettiest ones we saw in one of our walks:

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Crochet book markers for Christmas!

Righty-o, here’s the next thing I’ve been up to: Crochet book markers. It’s great to be able to do something that makes me feel good, and then give it to someone I know will appreciate it, and save money in the process.

I found the idea in this great tutorial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CHsPxiZCulE&feature=youtube_gdata_player

The tutorial for the pansy one is this one: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfC8iuMqUdo&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I think that on a good day, including my near-crochet-newbie status, a full time job, and all the normal activities that affect a normal person’s life, I can make one of these a day, or two, if I skip going to the gym, which I do often ahaha :p

Here are the ones I have done so far:

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My very first upcycled sardine can

Here’s a photo of my first upcycled sardine can. It was easy to make. All I needed was some nice magazine cut outs, laminate adhesive, to make the cut outs look shiny, a ruler, scissors, glue and these little flowers I bought in a local shop. I think I will make a picture frame out of it, or maybe something weirder, not sure yet 🙂

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My pessimism

I am most definitely a pessimist, I am easily demotivated and always assume the worst will happen when there is a 50/50 chance.

The best example I can find that is current is what happened yesterday: As you will see if you scroll down on my blog, I am planning a holiday. The first place I looked up offered a great price initially, but the price rose to a point I found unacceptable. So my boyfriend and I looked up in another place, that not only could not match the price of the first agency, but was even more expensive. Then we visited a third place, and the price seemed great, the lady at the agency told us that the price should be around 1.040 euros. Perfect. Only she could not give us confirmation as it was sunday, and confirmations could only be made on weekdays.

I went back on monday to see if she could confirm, and the expression on her face immediately made me see something was wrong. She told me we could go, but the supplement wasn’t 200 euros anymore, but 520 euros! Our holidays would cost 1.285 euros per person.  I was upset. She told me she’d send an email saying that it was her bad, that she had processed our request too slow, and see if they could lower the price, and said that she would also queue us up to a new supplement list, and we’d have a 50/50 chance of getting an even lower price: 934 euros per person.

So I give her the go ahead, go back to work, and what do I proceed to do?

Sulk.

I sulked like a little girl, I told my boyfriend I felt demotivated, that things never went well, that we never manage to do anything special, that we’d only manage to get proper holidays in 25 years after we had a kid and it grew and left the house (yes I went that far). All he did was tell me to keep calm, that the only thing that mattered is that we were happy together, and that we’d get the holidays we wanted. He even asked me if I wanted to try other places, like Paris or even travel within our own country. My answer was “choose whatever you want, I don’t care anymore”. Lovely, eh?

What the hell makes me behave like this? Why the defeatism? Why the sulking? Why do I do this? Not only do I expect the worst, I make it even worse, like I have to make it worse.

Once I got home, my boyfriend’s presence alone was enough to make it stop. I was ok again, and didn’t think about it more than twice the whole night. Like magic.

Well this morning the lady from the agency called, we are having our holiday afterall, and cheaper than before. I am happy, and feel that extra energy you get when things are going well. Still have that little pessimist devil whispering at my ear “there will be a fuckup, there will be a fuckup” but I intend to bitchslap it as soon as I manage to get to the agency today to pay.

Smell the flowers woman, and stop this crap.

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