Colour in ...

now for more life drawing in wrinkles and crinkles ... last time I did life drawing or self portraits one was not so old ... 

I was not one for sketching people ... with life experience I can capture more of the depth and enhance when Patience is there

And the next step is using a blank canvas ... I have created some inspiration using those colour in apps ...

Whittling away life that

will never be used ... the hobbies and collections among the hoard of belongings. And the philosophy of what I will never have the time for if I do not get through the robust feelings. 

The clear out of shredding, strewn to deliberation in being bothered to reuse, refuse or collection.

One shrewdly dealing with all of life’s things in everyday too. A post of  a cousin reiterated  ‘What do we actually need!?’  when we don’t realise it is lost. .... He who organisises worship venues under a tent calling out for ideas on what to do with the mass of lost or left property that collates at the end of these events, never to be reclaimed. They used to be kept for claiming in someone’s garage, taking up space. This is no longer the case. The learning curve all about us.

The cluttered hospital bedside tables of paraphernalia, which is not really needed when unable to deal with life at that moment in time. 

A little bit of seasonal sprinkling of cleaning on a mass scale, after I have freshened some linen and some washing down of the kitchen cupboards. The knowledge of upheaval before it settles into another pattern of life. 

And a lot of red tape to get through especially those that do not understand the concept of what cannot be seen ... 

A hammer, googles, mask ...

heavy duty gloves sent up along with replacements by a Dad... the side of times when I not spoke or wrote of demolishing things. Dad was unable to come himself to assist. He was in the middle of those cancer treatments that leave you weak to do anything but hope to recover from the eat within. 

And then this came to a halt when a series of events were to muddle me up some more. I had even contemplated a trompe l'oeil fireplace, where the gas boiler upgrade left me without a lounge focal point. 

No such happenings, a rare brief burst of inspired decor gone as quickly as the initial thought. Another enjoyable task in life diminished to the realms of horror. The burst of refreshing the decor gave immense enjoyment once, gone again. This time back to July last year when we came together to make an indent start on a room I failed to enjoy. 

The curtains changed in a clearance sale. The floor space appearing that I can at least lay down a bit of colour on the black concrete floor. This entices me in a dank area of things that are giving up delights along with the strange behaviours of a list mind. 

All a little more regular in honing into the daily trials, the errors of integrating back into social interaction. I still have days where I rather curl up, I do find a lot outside off putting now. The scenario I face ridiculous to me. 

A time where this week has seen the red lines in place outside the supersonic store of town stopping the shopping trolleys beyond this boundary. 

I once used these trolleys to shift belongings from place to place, like a homeless person. When I could not live in a home paid for. A time when nonsense of a silly season did indeed made me homeless ... 

The tempt in design

to approach the dismal room still in whole of yuck. The inspiring search to see some change in decor ... The swift needs to feel better, whilst my own sewing lays dormant for now. 

I have had blackened hands, I only hope the spores are not inside of me. The cobwebs that I have felt against my exposed skin. The dust disturbed and other in deterioration when one cannot do weekly or daily chores. The gear needed in such tasks, when it builds up. 

The way to tackle the feel and ambiance to entice me in a room. The swift change in style of decorating the window area, a start. The nature inspired sheer material panel of  .... 

... strands in weeping willow strands decorating the curtains in a frame of artistic pleasure ... The green fringing of trees lacing pools of ponds, lakes, homes in the lush green. A flowing theme of these trees. The window dressing now has a glistening look of these willows ... from those prior inspired travels once installed in a pleasurable home once had here. 

The tape measure is now out for the coming months design in plans for the appearing floor space back, too. I have ideas, whether it would will be another matter. 

The one wall access to get an ombré effect in the the patch painting needed too, in speed during the slow process of the rooms in this particular one, later in early Spring. The inspired to move through the ugly muck of hoarding. The Tuscan walls of depth, more appealing than flat walls. The time needed on removal before accessing the whole decor in these rooms. I used to love changing the rooms in style of reclaiming preloved, or office furniture of others toss. I have a sturdy table, a cabinet still standing, this came nearly new when a particular tea producing company an in law member worked at in Public Relations discarded ... they were refurbishing the office space. Yet again. These refurbishment often, sometimes the waste was allowed to be redistributed... the days long before the recycling was more for a certain type of nomadic or green campaigns long before it became the thing ... 

A table too, of really good quality where the legs unscrew, easy to move condensed for decorating times. It is really useful for it is spacious enough to have metres of cloth to cut and sew.

Intriguing hours

out of sync. At least plans are put in place a bit more. The long haul back to civilisation... it will be amazing to see a dog back in the home that is once again frequented. It has been strange not to have a welcome from the dogs I never saw again. 

I am glad not to be travelling the day after a shift on ward. A sister’s suggestion to come that day in time for her to travel to her niece. The plans flying back and forth about what Auntie would enjoy up North from my experiences ... A day in Wales for my sister has never been to Wales. The tearoom that is lush with local produce, she will no doubt love. It will be too cold for the Icecream parlour. And lots of other ideas to try out for her first time back to the area since Graduation time. She gets to snuggle and cuddle kitty first, whilst I get first cuddles with Puppy Poppy... The irony in how things change from the initial thought of seeing the kitten first in the long distance get togethers that now happen once more  ... 

The over excited

anticipation now of meeting a new puppy is causing a restless start to what had been an early night. I will just have to doze off on the train to Kernow. I have at least had a restful evening. And some time still to do the transition in winding up a disgruntled home. It has made itself known in the creaks of time lost in abundance... 

The photos of a kitten has entertained me from afar. I ever so briefly met him in October... We will now have the same with a puppy. When I see dogs taking the human for a walk it reminds us of getting one suited to needs. My Mum has gone for a smaller breed to the past. A wise decision ... 

Another batch of

intertwined time of coastal with mountain views this time round. One day the tops of those mountains lost in the haze of clouds. Another day crystal clear, almost not believing the bleak though beautiful sight of these mountainous ranges appearing in view round and up and down steep hills, on our recent road trip. A daughter, a young lad and myself enjoying coastal walks and hoard games. The food basic. We came to this mystery destination for the views, not the food. 

My daughter bemused at the two of us that had a game of guess in suspense where she was taking us, and our exploration on arrival at where we were laying our heads for a few nights. 

...And then back to it making way for some future times, instead of past times sitting like a time lost in and around me in the shadows. I was able to refresh the ideas away from the situation a lot clearer. The ideas for December through from my now new year the transition of time in adjusting to the actions of those plans. 

It continues to be arduous. Each small task accumulating into end in sight ... another achievement in spending a brief time on one of the many isles that make the British Isles. A sudden change of plan worked quietlyin surprise while I did my stint in a hospital.  This to keep my spirits up with a bit of a bumpy time of late. The feeling of self worth in that, time on a ward, and shifting stuff back into a more manageable life ever so slightly each week into time slots more regular.