I took the plunge yesterday and splurged on a new tattoo. It's a beautiful pentagram on my right wrist and I absolutely love it. Did not love the price of it though. I forgot to get them to quote me before they started doing it and only when I went to pay did I discover that it was £40. £40!. And I could have got it for £25 up at a different studio.
This must have seeped into my subconcious and come out in my dream last night.
I dreamt that I woke up and found that the ink had come off in scabs during the night. The only thing left was a faint purple dye that was only a tiny part of the original design. I was absolutely furious, so I stomped off down to the studio to see if I could get it redone. But apparently my skin rejected the ink, so anything else they put on would just slide off again.
So they gave me a cheque for £57 to cover the refund and apologies. Which I was quite happy with, I admit. Still muttering, I stomped off down to the bank to put the cheque, all the while thinking 'I knew I should have gone to Black Pearl!'
And the lesson is: always get a quote before you get tattooed.
Thursday, 13 September 2012
Tuesday, 24 April 2012
I want this bonnet!
I just started getting into hatmaking and whilst watching - for the millionth time - the 1995 Pride and Prejudice, I decided I want one of Lizzy Bennet's hats. The one on this link in fact.
Jane Austen Today: Jane Austen Movie Fashion Throwdown: Bonnets
I've printed out a picture and I'm going to show it to my millinery course teacher and see if I can make it!
Jane Austen Today: Jane Austen Movie Fashion Throwdown: Bonnets
I've printed out a picture and I'm going to show it to my millinery course teacher and see if I can make it!
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
Falling in love
Last week, I fell in love. Completely, utterly, head over heels in love. Who is the lucky man you ask? Well actually, it's not a man. It's a painting. Yup, you read that right, I fell in love with a painting.
I was in Bridport for the weekend and I paid a visit to the Pierrepoint Gallery in South Street.
I oohed and ahhed a lot over the paintings as I went round and then, I saw it. The most amazing, fantastic, inspiring, powerful piece of art I have ever seen.
It depicts a sunset over a rough sea but not the vaguely inspid, sweetly sentimental ones you usually see in photographs. No, this painting showed Mother Nature at her most powerful. I felt like I was watching her exerting her dominance, or, in more West Country terms, giving it some welly.
I stared at it for a while, sighed, then went off to have a look at the rest of the gallery. But I couldn't stay away, I had to go back and have a look. Unlike the rest of the artwork, it didn't have a plaque with the name of the artist and price, in fact.it wasn't even mounted. Instead it was resting on an easel, as if it hadn't found a home yet.
My friend D said I should get it but I scoffed and said there was no way I'd ever be able to afford it as it was bound to be over a grand.
The gallery owner noticed my interest and came over to chat. He informed me that the painting was just £695, information which made my heart leap. I'm not sure why, as that is about as out of my range as £1k would be but somehow, it didn't seem so. What's more, it had only just been finished. It seemed like fate.
Then he passed me over to his colleague who turned out to be the artist himself. (Simon Read, in case you were wondering, you can see more of his work here)
Unlike other sellers, these two lovely men didn't try to pressure me into buying, though they did inform me about a scheme called OwnArt which is designed to help people to afford to buy art. That way I could make ten monthly payments and have my very own genuine oil painting.
I ummed a lot and that's when he said he would reserve it for me, ready for me to make up my mind. No pressure, no obligation, just there so if I do decide to buy, it won't be too late. What a difference from being talked into buying something so you don't miss out!
So there you have it. My love affair with a painting. Will I decide to splurge on what could be the love of my life? Watch this space.
I was in Bridport for the weekend and I paid a visit to the Pierrepoint Gallery in South Street.
I oohed and ahhed a lot over the paintings as I went round and then, I saw it. The most amazing, fantastic, inspiring, powerful piece of art I have ever seen.
It depicts a sunset over a rough sea but not the vaguely inspid, sweetly sentimental ones you usually see in photographs. No, this painting showed Mother Nature at her most powerful. I felt like I was watching her exerting her dominance, or, in more West Country terms, giving it some welly.
I stared at it for a while, sighed, then went off to have a look at the rest of the gallery. But I couldn't stay away, I had to go back and have a look. Unlike the rest of the artwork, it didn't have a plaque with the name of the artist and price, in fact.it wasn't even mounted. Instead it was resting on an easel, as if it hadn't found a home yet.
My friend D said I should get it but I scoffed and said there was no way I'd ever be able to afford it as it was bound to be over a grand.
The gallery owner noticed my interest and came over to chat. He informed me that the painting was just £695, information which made my heart leap. I'm not sure why, as that is about as out of my range as £1k would be but somehow, it didn't seem so. What's more, it had only just been finished. It seemed like fate.
Then he passed me over to his colleague who turned out to be the artist himself. (Simon Read, in case you were wondering, you can see more of his work here)
Unlike other sellers, these two lovely men didn't try to pressure me into buying, though they did inform me about a scheme called OwnArt which is designed to help people to afford to buy art. That way I could make ten monthly payments and have my very own genuine oil painting.
I ummed a lot and that's when he said he would reserve it for me, ready for me to make up my mind. No pressure, no obligation, just there so if I do decide to buy, it won't be too late. What a difference from being talked into buying something so you don't miss out!
So there you have it. My love affair with a painting. Will I decide to splurge on what could be the love of my life? Watch this space.
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
Don't you think it's strange...
That we live in a world where a man is paid more to kick a ball around a field for 90 minutes than one who holds a life in his hands everyday?
That a woman can earn more to walk down a length of wood than one who shapes the minds, the ideas, the futures, of our children?
That someone who spends their life pretending to be someone else is more valued than one who spends theirs entering burning buildings?
That in an era where people can earn billions, there are still people who are forced to choose between eating and being warm?
That in a world where people can own as many homes as they want, there are still people living on the streets?
That in a country that used to pride itself on its compassion, its people are abusing their vulnerable neighbours?
This is what I was thinking about while trying to sleep last night
That a woman can earn more to walk down a length of wood than one who shapes the minds, the ideas, the futures, of our children?
That someone who spends their life pretending to be someone else is more valued than one who spends theirs entering burning buildings?
That in an era where people can earn billions, there are still people who are forced to choose between eating and being warm?
That in a world where people can own as many homes as they want, there are still people living on the streets?
That in a country that used to pride itself on its compassion, its people are abusing their vulnerable neighbours?
This is what I was thinking about while trying to sleep last night
A change
I have decided to make a change. This blog will now be a general one, not just for my dreams. Important huh?
Well no, but I'm doing it anyway. Hope you enjoy my ramblings as much as my dreams!
Well no, but I'm doing it anyway. Hope you enjoy my ramblings as much as my dreams!
Tuesday, 31 May 2011
Painting and Portland
It has been a while since I'm remembered enough of a dream to write it down but this one is stuck in my head now.
I've been on a decorating binge recently and this has showed up in my dream. Here goes:
I was painting a wall in my room, which for some reason was in my dads house, and I ran out of paint. I hadn't noticed the name of the paint just that it was from Dulux, was chocolate brown and I could remember where it was in the colour booklet.
I sent my brother down to Homebase to buy some more but he came back with the wrong colour. I went off on one about this, yelling about how it was the wrong colour, how I wouldn't be able to finish painting now and the room wouldn't be how I wanted it.
I then went off to do something else and when I came back they had painted the wall and were looking very pleased with themselves. Except it was the wrong paint. It was all glossy like silk and the rest of the wall was matt and they had also used it to paint the wood work. They thought they'd done something good and couldn't see the difference in the two paints.
I left in disgust and went down to Homebase myself to buy the paint. Only when I got there I couldn't find it. I looked through the colour catalogue knowing I'd recognise the name when i saw it but nothing was the same colour. There were no paints that were dark enough. I was going through everything with extreme frustration, knowing damn well that I'd bought the shade I wanted just a few days before. I couldn't even find it on the little cards for mixing colours up.
I went off to the counter and found that the bloke working there was someone I'd known back in Brid, R. He was a little condescending, as if he were the same person and treated me as if I were exactly the same too. I wasn't having this so I went off to find something that was the colour I wanted so I could show it to him.
I rummaged through all sorts of things, the bed linens, the sale bins untill eventually I found a duvet cover that was the exact colour I wanted.
I took it back to show him and he sighed in a snooty manner and said 'why didn't you say so?' then took me round the side to where some sale stuff was.
He pointed out these brown containers and said they were what I wanted and I should have looked harder. I retorted back that I wouldn't have looked at these because they looked like brown gardening baskets. Which they did.
I bought then anyway and set out to drive home. Somehow I had acquired a couple of passengers, my friends C and S.
I soon realised that we weren't driving home, we were driving through Portland, Oregon. I was in no way perturbed by this and being dreamland, I didn't question how I'd managed to get across the Atlantic Ocean the whole of the the United States to arrive in the Pacific North West. Instead I excited decided that since we were there we should go and pay a visit to my friend L.
Despite only have ever been there once several months ago, I remembered the way to her house and even which turning her road was from the main entrance. But we ended up going to far (somehow) and instead of turning around we decided to carry on and just turn off at the end and come in the back way.
C had left us by this point so it was just me and S. The road seemed unending but eventually we turned off and drove up another road that apparently was way off where we wanted to go. But then a bloke appeared who told us there was a multi storey car park just up the road and it would take us where we wanted to go.
We drove in and parked the car. I took the paint out and wondered how I was going to carry it up to the house (why I had to take it I don't know) and then saw that there was a handy mini lift, like a dumb waiter system. You opened a door, put your stuff inside and then pressed the button you wanted it to go to.
Having done this S and I stepped onto what was half escalator, half stairs. You took a few steps, then it would become escalator, then another few steps, and so on. It was very difficult not to fall over.
But we made it eventually and then ran up the road to L's house, just behind C. As I went up, L had come running out and was excitedly hugging C and saying how nice it was to see her,which I thought was odd since they had never even heard of each other before.
We went on into the house and then realised that L and her hubby had only just arrived home that morning from holiday so they were tired and there were bags all over the place. And they had another visitor - some strange old man who seemed very interested in the fact that we were young women.
I was just apologising for dropping in without notice when the postman rang the doorbell and woke me up.
Very interesting dream!
I've been on a decorating binge recently and this has showed up in my dream. Here goes:
I was painting a wall in my room, which for some reason was in my dads house, and I ran out of paint. I hadn't noticed the name of the paint just that it was from Dulux, was chocolate brown and I could remember where it was in the colour booklet.
I sent my brother down to Homebase to buy some more but he came back with the wrong colour. I went off on one about this, yelling about how it was the wrong colour, how I wouldn't be able to finish painting now and the room wouldn't be how I wanted it.
I then went off to do something else and when I came back they had painted the wall and were looking very pleased with themselves. Except it was the wrong paint. It was all glossy like silk and the rest of the wall was matt and they had also used it to paint the wood work. They thought they'd done something good and couldn't see the difference in the two paints.
I left in disgust and went down to Homebase myself to buy the paint. Only when I got there I couldn't find it. I looked through the colour catalogue knowing I'd recognise the name when i saw it but nothing was the same colour. There were no paints that were dark enough. I was going through everything with extreme frustration, knowing damn well that I'd bought the shade I wanted just a few days before. I couldn't even find it on the little cards for mixing colours up.
I went off to the counter and found that the bloke working there was someone I'd known back in Brid, R. He was a little condescending, as if he were the same person and treated me as if I were exactly the same too. I wasn't having this so I went off to find something that was the colour I wanted so I could show it to him.
I rummaged through all sorts of things, the bed linens, the sale bins untill eventually I found a duvet cover that was the exact colour I wanted.
I took it back to show him and he sighed in a snooty manner and said 'why didn't you say so?' then took me round the side to where some sale stuff was.
He pointed out these brown containers and said they were what I wanted and I should have looked harder. I retorted back that I wouldn't have looked at these because they looked like brown gardening baskets. Which they did.
I bought then anyway and set out to drive home. Somehow I had acquired a couple of passengers, my friends C and S.
I soon realised that we weren't driving home, we were driving through Portland, Oregon. I was in no way perturbed by this and being dreamland, I didn't question how I'd managed to get across the Atlantic Ocean the whole of the the United States to arrive in the Pacific North West. Instead I excited decided that since we were there we should go and pay a visit to my friend L.
Despite only have ever been there once several months ago, I remembered the way to her house and even which turning her road was from the main entrance. But we ended up going to far (somehow) and instead of turning around we decided to carry on and just turn off at the end and come in the back way.
C had left us by this point so it was just me and S. The road seemed unending but eventually we turned off and drove up another road that apparently was way off where we wanted to go. But then a bloke appeared who told us there was a multi storey car park just up the road and it would take us where we wanted to go.
We drove in and parked the car. I took the paint out and wondered how I was going to carry it up to the house (why I had to take it I don't know) and then saw that there was a handy mini lift, like a dumb waiter system. You opened a door, put your stuff inside and then pressed the button you wanted it to go to.
Having done this S and I stepped onto what was half escalator, half stairs. You took a few steps, then it would become escalator, then another few steps, and so on. It was very difficult not to fall over.
But we made it eventually and then ran up the road to L's house, just behind C. As I went up, L had come running out and was excitedly hugging C and saying how nice it was to see her,which I thought was odd since they had never even heard of each other before.
We went on into the house and then realised that L and her hubby had only just arrived home that morning from holiday so they were tired and there were bags all over the place. And they had another visitor - some strange old man who seemed very interested in the fact that we were young women.
I was just apologising for dropping in without notice when the postman rang the doorbell and woke me up.
Very interesting dream!
Monday, 14 February 2011
A political nightmare
It's not very often I have nightmares. I have bad dreams but not usually no horrible that I'd call them nightmares. Last night's dream was definitely worse than a bad dream. Horrifying in every sense of the word.
I dreamed I was having an affair with Ed Miliband. And was then discovered by Sarah Palin. She grinned with glee at having the power to ruin someone's life while I was desperate to do anything to stop her from revealing what she knew.
Having ones life in the hands of Sarah Palin? Definitely a nightmare
I dreamed I was having an affair with Ed Miliband. And was then discovered by Sarah Palin. She grinned with glee at having the power to ruin someone's life while I was desperate to do anything to stop her from revealing what she knew.
Having ones life in the hands of Sarah Palin? Definitely a nightmare
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