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I was the kind of kid . . .

 . . . who always arranged her felt pens into a rainbow. ALWAYS.

The compulsion to ROYGBIV the bejesus out of everything has plagued me my whole life. I can't eat pebbles or jellybeans without first arranging them into same-colour piles. Put a collection of buttons/beads/small animals in front of me and then time how long it takes before I start to sort them. (Trust me, it'll be a matter of seconds).

This is how I store my felt . . . and this is how I organise my threads . . .

So can you imagine my PAIN at having to face this?!?

I am trying to build a bridge, I really am . . . but of all the challenges motherhood has thrown at me, this must surely be one of the most trying.

while I am not so stupid . . .

 . . . as to write about my job here, I will say that recently I have had what we will euphemistically call 'a change of circumstance'. I was on maternity leave which is, in itself, a significant change of circumstance. However, now I have been made redundant. It was inevitable and we all saw it coming from miles off, but it is still a bit of an arse.

Thankfully I have picked up some contract work. In an ideal world I won't be going back to work quite this early as there are still a few logistical issues to do with Little Brother (and my boobs) that I have yet to resolve. However, the work is with a team that I know and enjoy, and the trade-off of starting earlier is that I might be able to work part-time for longer.

So to celebrate this change of circumstance (and in advance of actually earning any money, I might add) I bought shoes . . .

And a new necklace from this clever woman . . .

Consequently, I am feeling much better about things.

oh hell no . . .

. . . despite my thoughts on the matter, it turns out that Brumby and Lisa were on the money - macrame is indeed on the up these days. 

As for my owl - he's found a permanent home, guarding over my jewellery box(es).

(and yes, I really should have dusted before I took this photo . . . ).

another long weekend . . .

 . . . spent at the beach with family and friends . . .

We all had a glorious time.

proof . . .

. . . that not much baking goes on around here . . .

Yes, that is a dead spider on the cookie cutter.

Adding this to my 'mother of the year' files.