What's The Point?

Recently, I had an opportunity to take a stall at a local Christmas Fair (notice the word had) and jumped at the chance, as I am a greetings card maker.  I love it! I'm good at it! But as the whole world and it's dog can now do everything they want on a computer, including the printing of - handmade cards are very difficult to sell.  It doesn't matter how fantastic they are, people don't want to pay 'proper' money for them. Why should they when they can do-it-themselves or go to Poundland!?

Anyway, I have been busy, busy, busy, as only a Mouse can be, and have been making cards at every God given moment. The house has gone to pot and you can write your name in the dust on pretty well every surface! (Any excuse!) And now I've been informed the Fair might not go ahead!  Bloody marvellous!  NOT!

Years ago, I used to supply a craft shop in town. The first box of cards I took in, she bought all ten on the spot. Then she asked to see twenty, but still only bought ten. Then she started to get picky, choosy, telling me what she wanted and didn't want me to do. Enough already! I couldn't keep up with her demands. So I went elsewhere.
Then the market was changing and people didn't want to pay up front; they wanted 'sale or return'. Fine ... but cards would go 'missing' and they didn't look after them, so any returns came back dog-eared and un- saleable.

So for the past few years I've just been making cards for family and friends' special birthdays and getting the odd order here and there, and if the Fair doesn't go ahead, I've got 35 handmade Christmas cards going begging.

Interested?

To Tweet or not to Tweet

That is the question.

I was an avid Tweeter, in the beginning.  I still visit Twitter every evening, but I very seldom Tweet any more. It, along with Facebook, can be very demoralising and can kick start paranoia where there was non before.

You tweet ... and no-one replies.  You reply to someone else's Tweet and they don't reply. I'm not talking about celebs or groups or companies or the like, but 'friends'.  When you're in the thick of it, it can make you feel wonderful, accepted; but when you feel out of it, it can be soul destroying.

These are the words and feelings of an adult ... what on earth is is like for a young teenager?

I feel as sorry for them, as I do for myself.

Life ....

Life is passing me by and I don't know what to do about it.

As a Wife, Mother, Grandma, Daughter and Daughter-in-Law to Uncle Tom Cobbley and all, I certainly have more than enough to keep me busy but I lost myself among the chores and favours that take up my days.

A verbal reply to my 'poor me' statement would definitely throw up the usual 'join a club', 'get a hobby' suggestions but I've done all that - it's just not me.

I realised that I have no opinions on anything important, no ambitions, no 'I've always wanted' to wish list and after a conversation with Mr mouse about what I'd do if I won a million on the lottery, I have no idea!

This isn't living - this is existing, Breathing in and out and getting through the days.

How sad is that.

Here We Go Again

I didn't realise just how much confidence I would need to maintain a blog.
Creating it is the easy part, but maintaining it is a different thing altogether. At the beginning, I thought it would be easy to blog once a day, surely I could do that; a thought, an observation, an idea, but the very concept of blogging has made me question myself on all sorts of levels ... and not in a good way.

I write it, I read it, I edit it.  I read it again, edit it and delete it.  Who the Hell do I think I am, that I think others would want to read anything I've got to say anyway?

It's made me lose confidence in my spelling, turn of phrase, grammar and content. So what is the point of carrying on?

I've returned to my blog, 6 months since the last post, and in that time the 'owners' have changed EVERYTHING! It used to be user friendly to techno-phobes like me, but now it's evolved in leaps and bounds and it might as well be written in Venusian!
So I thought I would delete the whole account, but that, it seems, will open up a whole new can of worms!

So here we are again .... a Mouse and her musings ....

Shall I?

I SO want to correct EVERYONE in the whole wide world who mis-spells dessert for desert!

... but I can't can I ... as I will be seen as an arrogant know-all ... guess I'll just have to grinn  (sorry - grin) and bear it .... :(

Huh?

Just had a hop, skip and a jump over to Facebook ... why do people take photos of the food they are about to eat?  *shakes head in wonderment*

Nah, me neither .....

Armchair Shopping

It's a generational thing .....

My Mum/In-Laws can't understand it. Why would anyone want to spend their evenings sitting in an armchair buying things???

My answer to that is ...Why wouldn't you!!!  Hahaha

Personally... I LOVE it!  And thank God for PayPal!  Scroll through the Next pages, have a browse at Ikea, HMV, Amazon, and onto eBay ... books, CDs, DVDs, Sooty puppet ... (sorry, did I say Sooty puppet?)  Oooops!

Well, that's another story!   lol

Boycott Tesco!

Just alighting the 'moaning platform' ... I'm back in my comfort zone ....

I just did a quick tot up and we have 3 tesco Extras (they're the big ones, I believe) and 5 Tesco Express' in the immediate area ... now if that's not saturating the area, I don't know what is!

I bet our 1 Morrisons, 1 Waitrose and 3 Sainsbury's are WELL pleased!

Ruddy Olympics!

I am sick to death of the Olympics already and (as they keep ramming down my throat) there are just100 days to go... but the good news is .... it'll all be over in 117 days!  Phew!

APRIL 2012

So here I am on the 'other side' ... what on earth happened to the 3 and a half months in between I say??

TBH I thought it would be easy to blog ... it's not.  I thought surely I could write one little blog every day ... I couldn't.  I realised all my other blog entries had just become a moaning platform. If I have to 'think' what to say, then I have nothing worth saying, hence my 3 and a half month gap.

Christmas was very stressful; no more than other years, I guess, but all the same, it was, and I couldn't wait for the New Year, a new start (again). Every new year is my new start, where I really believe I will change the things I don't like, lose the excess pounds I don't want, find the time to do the things I really want to do, but as usual, the year began like any other, and when the decorations were all back in their box and the tree discarded at the tip ... life has a habit of just picking up where it left off ... and so it has.