MeMe: 6 Weird Things About Me

I've decided to take up Susan's MeMe challenge - 6 Weird Things about me, that she did recently on her blog. Where do I begin? There are so many....... :] I won't include my 'I hate christmas' one. I already had a good rant about that a couple of weeks ago. So lets just call this the first 6.

1. I am the only child, of an only child, of an only child, of an only child on my maternal line (which after all is the only line any of us can really be sure of :]) and on that line my ancestry in Australia goes back to the 3rd Fleet. In 1791 my great, great, great, great grandfather Thomas Alwright was sentenced to 7 years in the colony. Shacked up with gggg granny 3 years later and produced the obligatory tribe of kids (most of whom died). The next generation is about where multiple progeny ended and onlies began.

2. I hate shopping and spending money. I refuse to have a credit card and the thought of having any debt at all would keep me awake at night. I may not have a lot and it may not be fancy but everything I have I own.

3. I used to jump out of perfectly good aircraft and plumett to earth at 200 kph. I'd refer to skydiving as my mid-life crisis sport. I turned 40 and for several years after used to do this most weekends. I also love flying. The smaller the plane the better. I'd love to try hang-gliding one day.

4. I can be rather obsessive, neat, tidy, detail oriented, fussy, meticulous, precise. Can't stand clutter, mess and dust catchers all over the house. This may be just my OTT response to my mother who has always been the complete antithisis of this :]

5. I am quite mechanically minded and have no problem in pulling something apart to repair it. I probably have more tools in my shed than the average bloke (and I know how to use them) and I am quite happy servicing my car or doing any repairs that are needed.

6. And for one of the weirder weird things....I can recite the alphabet 4 different ways. The normal way. Backwards (zyxwvu....). The keyboard way (qwertyuiopasdf.....) and alpha, bravo, charlie, delta, echo, foxtrot........

So there you go. Doesn't that make you feel that little bit saner now?

now I tag...............Sheila

Results of the Dyeing Day

This is the result from all those little containers in the last post. It's about 10 metres or so. They always look totally different once they're washed and ironed. Think I'd better get myself motivated to actually do something with them. The problem is often not a lack of ideas but too many ideas. This becomes indecision - which becomes procrastination. Does anyone else get like this?

Another dyeing day

When you run your own business from home, one of the benefits is deciding 'its too hot to work today'. Given that I work from a large metal shed this is not so unreasonable. Sewing in there on a day like this is just a bit too warm so I've been inside with the air-con on full blast having a lovely time dyeing this afternoon. Yes, I know this photo looks much the same as the last dyeing one I posted. Thats how I do it when I'm only working with smaller pieces. Can't show you the finished pieces till tomorrow. I've put it all the containers outside in the heat to 'age' :] I'll wash it out in the morning.
I'm going to take up Susan's challenge to do the '6 weird things about me' MeMe she has just done on her blog. I've been thinking about it all day and having trouble limiting it to only 6 :] Well you already know a couple from my previous post. Might just need a bit longer to think about it.

The return of the recalcitrant blogger with a christmas rant

OK confession time. I hate Christmas. I have never enjoyed Christmas and never will. It holds no warm and fuzzy memories for me. I have been a much happier person since I refused to participate in it. No tree. No decorations. No presents (given or received). Nada. And thankfully, not since I was divorced nearly six years ago, have I had to endure the excruciating ritual known as the family christmas party. Its a time of year I just grit my teeth and can't wait until its over. As for the whole Father Christmas business....we bring our children up telling them the importance of truth and honesty and believing in what we as their parents tell them and then Christmas rolls around and we tell them the biggest whopper of them all.
As far as my side of the family goes, there is only mum and me these days. Mum will be 88 in a few days time. She comes and stays with me for a week over Christmas. I'm the only child, of an only child, of an only child, of an only child on my maternal line, and not a lot different on the paternal. So not a lot of extended family there. Explains a lot....do I hear you say?

Christmas has now,thankfully, been and gone and the new year has begun. I don't really make new year's resolutions but I plan on going out and having fun more this year. I feel like I've been a bit of a hermit during this past year. And now that at least part of the studio has moved into the house I plan on spending a lot more time in there too.