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Instagram glam.

I’ve started posting on Instagram. I’m trying to post every day but not always making it. Why don’t I always make it. Here’s why…

my life is full of not so perfect moments

half finished projects in a messy room

cakes with sunken tops and no icing

windows that need cleaning

no makeup and sleepy hair

overcast skies

dishes in the sink

jam dripping off the discarded spoon

surly son who finds it hard to show the love I know is there

dead flies behind the couch where I seldom clean

claw marks where the cat has shredded the leather sofa

a fridge full of left overs

half a tomato someone left on the bench and now it’s growing mould

 

Instagram is full of perfect moments

a fantasy chocolate cake iced to perfection against a vase of full bloom roses

sunlight cascading through the sparkling kitchen window lighting up the polished apples in a golden bowl

elegant furnishings with artfully arranged throws and a puurfect feline accessory

an open fridge door displaying groaning shelves of appealing fruit and veg

windswept hair and rosy complexion

white tunic dress whipping round slender legs against the waters edge

smiling children, eager to please and be pleased

 

Instaglam instasham

I want to start a revolution

maybe I’ll post each day the way it is …..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’ve been busy…..

I meant to post more often once I retired but I’ve been busy…. so here’s a collection featuring my “busy” for the last little while.

Mini pastel painting book

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Mini pastel painting book

I’ve been trying to figure out how to make a mini book filled with pastel paintings. The big problem is the smudge factor as the pastel is so delicate. I finally hit on the idea of placing a sheet of framing acrylic straight on the painting, securing with tape then glueing the painting to the inside covers of the book.

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Pastel painting book

 

 

Next I added a mat to hide the edges and joined the covers with a painted canvas hinge. I think it could be a goer- I’ll sit it on the shelf and see what I think in a few days time.

Now that took a lot of thinking and fiddling round and a fair chunk of my “busy”….

 

 

A few You Tube demos

I wanted to get a couple of YouTube demos done and put away for a rainy day. It’s good to have one sitting ready to upload if I have a dry idea week. So I did a couple of small paintings, edited the videos and now I have a spare. That took a medium size chunk of “busy”….

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McWay Falls

 

A trip up the coast

Hey this was work folks! I needed a few more photos of the East Coast of Tasmania. Seriously, I’ve only got a few thousand and that’s just not enough . We left early in the morning and I got some shiny sea shots on the way up which I was pretty happy with.

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Early morning sea
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Shining sea

 

Then some sunny ones at Honeymoon Bay ( a fantastic little beach in the Freycinet National Park). In between the photography I squeezed in a spot of snorkling so as not to waste the sun, warm water and prolific marine life.

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Honeymoon Bay
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on my lunch break

 

Then back home again with a few stops…

Friendly Beaches, Freycinet National Park
Friendly Beaches, Freycinet National Park
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Friendly Beaches
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Golden fields
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and those orange lichen rocks – totally untouched!

and that was a very full day of “busy”.

I unleashed the sewing machine

A trip to the home furnishing shop a few weeks ago saw me grab  few bolt end fabrics and they ended up in this trio of bags.

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And I made another mini watercolour painting book.

Just wanted to play with my new Schminke watercolour set which is lush!

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In between the busy I’ve swum and snorkled, baked and eaten, walked and talked, written and read so forgive me for my blogging slackness please.

What’s your “busy” been ?

My new daily schedule…

Three weeks into retirement and I’ve settled into it nicely thank you very much! My days have naturally evolved a schedule of their own which I’m feeling pretty pleased with. I was beginning to panic a little before the big R date what with all the plans and projects I had in the pipeline. Some time during the last 3 weeks I gave the pipe a bit of a flush and have been a whole lot more relaxed since then ( no metaphors intented there!)

So how do I fill my days? I get up when I please which is usually fairly early – but how nice it is to occaissonaly sleep in without any pangs of guilt at all that wasted time. I shower, breakfast and do a spot of spiritual contemplation to start the day. Next comes a quick check on Etsy and followup on any commission queries. Now The Writer gets some time and we usually head off for a morning walk along the beachside walking track at Blackman’s Bay. The water views are changeable but always beautiful . There’s a bit of an incline both ends of the walk – after 3 weeks l can already  climb the cliff path faster.

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Home for a morning paint, or a sewing session and then lunch by the pool at noon. I do some more work in the studio till 2’ish and then it’s a swim and a read in the deck chair. This is when I catch up on my art books- just choosing one at random and dipping into it can trigger off some new ideas.

At 3pm  I head inside and back to the studio for another session. The Writer and I share the cooking so if he’s on chef duty I’ll work through till dinner. The evening is family time , playing a board game, reading, watching a movie or catching up on computer based stuff.

The most wonderful thing about this evolved routine is it’s not really a schedule! If my niece needs a hand I can head off to help her, if I want to visit my Mum there’s no reason not to , if my sister drops by we can swim and chat for an hour without me thinking of all the things I should be doing and if I want to spend an hour leafing through a cook book that’s just what I do. There’s time for some gardening, a visit to my local art shop or a trip to the recycle centre. Of course somewhere in between all this good stuff I do a bit of housework and the odd spot of grocery shopping but that’s just a great counterpoint to emphasise the absolute joy of my daily pleasures.

The best part is that I’ve reclaimed art as a leisurely pursuit instead of something to be squeezed and squashed in between my working life and my family time!

 

First week of retirement.

It’s been a busy week! I’ve kicked off retirement with a few projects which has The Writer a bit worried- he thinks it’s just going to be one project after another and maybe he’d better go out and find a job again to keep out of my way! I had planned to start gently but I’m so used to squeezing the maximum productivity from my spare hours that I’ve just gone a bit beserk.

Monday started nice and gently with a trip to drop off my pension claim forms ( I’m now a pensioner!) and then down to Blackman’s Bay for a spot of snorkeling. It was a sparkling day and it was only enhanced by the thought of all those other mugs in their stuffy offices whilst I breathed the salty ozone and soaked up the sun on the hot rocks after swimming in the seaweed beds amongst the fishes. Just how retirement should be!14838713768160

I followed that with some card making using a sheet of ink abstract doodlings and felt pretty pleased with my day.

Tuesday I did a BIG grocery shop to stock up the pantry after two years of living on whatever The Writer thought we might need that week. When I got home I couldn’t stop myself from rearranging the pantry which inevitably led to an all out assault on the kitchen cupboards . The IT Geek caught me at it and wanted to know how long it was going to take since he wanted to make lunch – I gaily replied – “about half an hour”. He laughed derisivly and grabbed an apple to sustain himself. It was a sound move as I finally wiped down the last shelf three hours later.  All this necessitated a guided tour of the kitchen for the rest of the household as I managed to reshelf and redraw every single item by the time I was done! The IT Geek could sense I was in an organising mood so cashed in by getting me to help him put together a flatpack wardrobe and then get rid of his old one.

Wednesday I looked at the old wardrobe still sitting in the middle of the lounge room and decided it was too heavy to move over the paddock to the storage shed . What to do with it? I pondered on the fate of the wardrobe while spending the morning helping my niece clean her house (she’s in the middle of house moving ). Got home around 2’ish grabbed a sandwich in one hand and the circular saw in the other and headed outside to repurpose the wardrobe as a customised entertainment unit for the IT Geek who has every game machine from his first Nintendo up to the latest PS4 and has run out of space in his bedroom. Around 8 pm I dusted off the sawdust, packed away the tools and crawled to the shower! Dinner at 9pm.

Thursday I painted the unit – which you will not see a photo of as it is not a thing of  beauty despite it’s absolute versatility with 10 moveable shelves and a clever little gap I built in for all the cables to easily connect to the TV. Then off for a walk with The Writer . After that it was a good 2 hours as dusting and cable assistant to the IT Geek as he unloade the old shelves of all his gaming equipment and reloaded the new unit which looks pretty great. Then I had to find a home for his old glass shelving unit – you haven’t seen my house so just imagine a second hand shop that’s outgrown it’s accommodation. There’s not a spare inch now both sons are home again so it requires a lot of ingenuity to fit another bit of furniture in – but the thought of hauling the darned thing across to the Potter’s shed to join all the other rejected furniture was just too daunting and I started moving potplants and whatnots until I had a space in the lounge room. The Writer could be heard muttering in the background  but I just ignored him! Mission accomplished I finally started in on a large painting I need to finish by Saturday morning. Just couldn’t settle on the subject so had been procrastinating all week hence the many projects. Anyway this is what it looks like so far – a lot more to do tomorrow!

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End of holiday blues.

It’s always hard coming back after a holiday. Holidays mean the freedom of unscheduled days, hours of sunshine when I don’t have to be cooped up inside, an unspoken agreement that it’s OK to eat all those forbidden foods I usually ration out and a winding down from months of stressful work. It’s no surprise that I’m  grumpy and out of sorts when it all ends!

Heading off I feel it will all be worth the 26 hours of  airports and flights . I pack and repack happily, weighing suitcases to calculate how much I’ve left for the all important holiday buys. Do I really need those black sandals? Surely it won’t be cold enough for a jumper? I carefully choose a lightweight read and  even look forward to watching a few movies on the longhaul flight. I stock up on chocolate and nuts at the airport and look forward to 5 weeks of blissful sun, sea, culture and good food.

It’s a different story on the way home! I curse the extra sandals as I try to crush in the last of the gifts. I decide I’ll have to carry the thick and weighty jacket I had to buy because it did get cold enough for the jumper I didn’t pack – and it annoys me all the way home as I haul it in and out of overhead lockers. The movies are rubbish and I the books I chose is dull. I don’t have any chocolate because I couldn’t face the queue to buy it but that’s OK since I feel sick as a dog.

I can’t wait to be back in my own home but once I am there’s all that unpacking and washing and sorting of clothes . The piles of gifts sit and look at me accusingly as I try and work out when I’m going to get to see all the people I want to visit now that I’m not on holidays anymore. The rain pours down and my nose streams as I hack and splutter with a welcome home cold. Jet lag kicks in and I can’t sleep for nights on end – the days at work are a blur as I try and act professional through gritty eyes and gritted teeth. I almost resign on the first day back but manage to keep my mouth shut and get on with it.

A week later and sleep returns and the very next day I find myself planning next years holiday. After all there’s only 11 months to go!