Sunday July 1st, 2007
This weeks big news is the arrival of my new Mannequin. I suppose it shouldn't be a capitol M, but it feels like it should be - particularly if you consider the size of box it arrived in! Huge it was, and I had to go to the local post office to collect it - luckily it was light enough to be able to carry home, but boy it was a big awkward parcel to carry. And it's a big deal for me, and my photography, but frankly it's not the sort of thing that would sustain a conversation for very long, so I'll take this opportunity to put a few photo's on here - then you can look at it, and go yes, very nice, and we can move on to something a bit more - well, frankly, conversational!!!
These three necklaces are made with pendants made by Joan Tucker of Offcentre Productions. They're wonderful ceramic pieces, with wonderful colours. She sent them to me to make into necklaces, and I've got them on sale in my Etsy shop if you'd like to go and have a look - I've got some more close up photo's on there. If you've got someone with a birthday coming up, one of these would make a great present! And of course, you're buying something unique - you can find more of Joan's wonderful pendants on her website. The link is:
and she's got a blog at http://offcenterproductions.blogspot.com/, where you'll find lots of really interesting jewellery and pieces to look at.
So what about the weather then? I say this purely to those of us living in the UK, were we have been deluged by highly unusual floods in what's supposed to be summer. Mind you I say highly unusual, frankly, given the UK's weather particularly over the last few years, there's nothing really unusual about it at all. And considering Wimbledon started this week, frankly we should have been expecting it. What you don't quite expect to happen is for it to come two or three feet at a time, and to hang around. Personally speaking in Bristol, we've just had rain without the floods, but a bit up river - and up north, they've almost been expecting an ark to come floating around the corner. You've got to feel sorry for people when their entire lives are soaked and stinking - you can't remember to grab everything as you head out of the house for the community centre where no doubt the WI are handing out mugs of tea as if it was WWII all over again. Best you can hope for really is your youngest and the cat. The loss of the photograph album and the medical certificates, the really important stuff, it doesn't really sink in until maybe a day or so later. And then you suddenly catch yourself thinking of that stupid letter that your first boyfriend wrote to you when you were fourteen and spotted to hell and back - the fact that you've not spoken to him for twenty years, like as not not even thought of him for most of that time, and he's happily married and living in wherever is irrelevant. It's the loss of your past that's important, the pieces of paper that make the bricks and morter of your life, and you expected to pass on to your daughter at some time. Either that, or take to the nursing home with you. If your daughter consigns it to the bonfire, well that's not important. The immature efforts at poetry that rhymed and scanned, puerile as it was, that's what's important. Maybe because when you were fourteen, it made you float down the streeet and essentially, validated your existence. The fact that two week's later you were no longer speaking to him is equally irrelevant!
The only other thing I wanted to blog about is poor old Pogle. I was posting all these photo's of him the other week on Flickr, and he was pretty much his normal self at the time - but all of a sudden he's gone and got diabetes! He lost so much weight, and got all sleepy and stuff, and it turns out he's got diabetes. Since this, he's been put on to insulin - he started off at one injection a day, but now he's up to two. Apart from his lost weight, he looks pretty much as normal - except oddly the russet is showing much more prominently in his fur. Funny that, he's pretty much a marmalade cat up til now, and suddenly he's turning into a red head! Of course the thing about Pogle is that he's a wanderer, and likes to supplement his - and our diets, with the odd mouse or bird. Exactly how you keep a cat like that on a diabetic diet heaven only knows. And so far we haven't even discovered whether we can cook him a bit of chicken or tuna and feed it to him. Our vet has been a big pusher of 'diabetic cat food' which is costing a fortune natch - and we've had to make special space in the fridge for the bottles of insulin! Well I say we, I mean Martin of course. Jo has had to teach him how to inject the cat - he won't take pills. Still he's struggling on, and hopefully Poges will adjust. It's been a dreadful thing to happen, he's still a moderately young cat, and he was very fit and healthy before all this. You'd think if one of the cats was going to get sick, it'd be Jake who's getting on in years. Ah well, I must go, Supernatural's starting and I want to see what happens next!
