Just LOOK what I've got! These are my new Caran d'Ache watercolour crayons and I love them so much I think I've died and gone to heaven. This is the big set of 84 because I just wasn't happy with the tin of 30 colours I had, always wanting a colour I didn't have. This big set can cost a fortune, especially if you get it in the presentation wooden box but I chose to have the tin, and managed to get it for about £90 - the best price I could find anywhere, and unsurprisingly that was Ebay. I sold a few items which almost covered the cost so feel very pleased with myself! I use my crayons every single day as they're my absolute favourite medium, so I think the expenditure is worth it, and its a real treat having such a big range of colours.Anyway, that's enough about happy burbling about that - thought I'd also take the opportunity to share a couple of pages where I didn't manage to take stage pictures. At the time I did this journal page (working in no.5 now!) I'd been having a minor explosion about something (probably the government again) and venting some steam at the radio. Afterwards I felt a bit guilty about my intemperate language, so this may have been me justifying getting so cross - I DO try to be calm and reasonable mostly but now and again something gets right up my nose. This is when I demonstrate that Christian charity is not always my strong point .... good job I'm C of E and not a catholic, or I'd have to do penance (again). If you're interested I did the bottle effect with the Stampin Up equivalent of Glossy Accents - which I prefer because its more runny and I find it more controllable because my arthriticky fingers can't squeeze the GA bottle.
The page below was also me having a jolly good whinge about something - I tend to call it therapy and claim that its important (see above) to get it off my chest. I must sound like a dreadfully grumpy old bat, but really I'm quite nice and generally a reasonable person. Does anybody else find that as they get older they become less and less tolerant of bad behaviour? Just me then ...
The writing tells the whole story - I was feeling very tearful and vulnerable because the doctor had insisted on reducing the dose of anti-depressants I take. This made me feel quite threatened because I have suffered from major depression in the past, and was really afraid that cutting the dose might tip me over the edge again. It hasn't, and it was probably never going to, but it was important to face my fears on the subject. You may be pleased to know that a few days later things settled down, and I now feel pretty normal again. If you know me at all and think of me as a sorted, confident person (I do a really good impersonation of one) this reveals the awful truth that I can do scared with the best of them! Better out than bottled up eh?
