Good intentions
Spending all my lunch trawling through various beautiful blogs has left me feeling nice ‘n’ inspired for a weekend of craft, thrifting and picnics. I’ve been wanting to spruce up mine and my mister’s room for a while now, and have been scouring the blogosphere to discover crafty (and cheap) ways of doing so – hello crochet cushion covers, new curtains and old old photo frames. In a similar vein, I’ve been wanting to update my wardrobe without spending all my hard earned pennies (my upcoming trip to Barcelona is taking away most of them) so a whole day tomorrow is being dedicated to a scavanger hunt through the charity shops of Sherwood, and in the evening I shall get crafty with my trusty sewing machine in order to turn my finds into gems.
(What will actually happen is I will get so stressed out with my sewing machine refusing to do what it’s told that I will give up and drink wine and watch tv instead)
I seem to spend most of my time dedicated to crafting hunting for projects on craftster.org and queueing up projects on my ravelry (I’m tigerpaws, add me!) instead and so this weekend I’m determined to right the wrongs and actually get round to casting on for some projects instead. Who knows, one day I might even finish something.
The realisation that all my bestests embarked on a mass migration out of Nottingham in the last year has really hit home of late, so I’m looking forward to a weekend of being sociable. I should really take this oppurtunity to go out there and meet new, exciting people etc. but my social anxiety has reared it’s ugly head again of late, and going to a party is enough to bring on a panic attack. Hopefully things will improve soon because the viscious cycle of feeling miserable because I have no friends, and having no friends because I had at home feeling miserable, is getting really old.
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