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?
Saturday, 3 November 2012
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.
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 ....
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 ....
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