A couple of months ago I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and realised something was odd. After some inspection I narrowed it down to the fact that half of one of my eyebrows had gone grey. Not all of an eyebrow – just half – and because the rest of my eyebrows are very dark it looked like I was missing half my eyebrow. Fine I thought, given my age and the reasonable lack of grey on my head, I figured I could handle half a grey eyebrow. But the weirdness continues. I was just brushing my teeth when I noticed that not only was the missing half an eyebrow back but both eyebrows were darker and bushier than ever before. I don’t know what is weirder half a grey eyebrow or the fact that over the intervening months all my eyebrow hair must have fallen out and new eyebrow hair regrown in its original colour. I’m starting to realise that getting old is the universe’s way of getting you to notice all the cool stuff your body has been doing for the last 30 odd years (like shedding and replacing eyebrow hair and getting out of bed in the morning with out your knees hurting) by refusing to do it any more. It’s like when I take annual leave from work and while I’m gone everyone realises that I do actually do stuff.
On a quilty note I have taken the plunge and decided to list some of my unwanted quilt tops on eBay. It has been a bit of an experience because I have never listed anything on eBay before. I know I am never going to get the full value of the fabric and effort for them, but I was never going to get round to quilting all of the tops I have and it will free up some space and give me a little extra cash to buy new fabric. Hopefully, someone will offer to buy them. If not I will donate them to the charity place. It actually feels like a bit of a relief that they are on their way out. They are no longer an obligation.
I have been trying of late to be more fiscally responsible. For many reasons really, but mostly because I have been thinking about getting old. Not having kids and being unlikely to have any, it strikes me that I will have to have enough money when I am old to either fly somewhere where they will let me euthanase myself or pay for a really nice retirement home, one where they’ll actually look after me instead of letting me get bed sores. So I have been reading a lot about personal finance and coming up with a strategy of sorts. Which is not really me, for one thing I don’t really have the memory for it. I get the impression that being fiscally responsible means knowing how much money you have in various places, what the interest rate on your credit card is, and your mortgage etc…You get the picture. I just can’t remember that. It’s not that I’m bad with figures I just don’t remember stuff. I remember doing maths in year 12 and realising that all the other people in my class had memorised times tables, I was still working it out in my head every time. But it’s not just figures, its books I’ve read, what I had for lunch, what I did last week…
Anyway, I decided that I needed to be more organised with my information. If I’m not going to remember it I at least need to have it at my finger tips so I can look it up at a moments notice, instead of having to rummage for it in the old shoebox I keep at the back of my closet. So I bought some folders which I can put all my bits of paper in. And some folder dividers to divide my folders into sections so I could have a section for my mortgage and a section for my savings account etc. Feeling spectacularly pleased with myself I came home ready to get organised. Then I realised I didn’t have a hole punch to put holes in all my documents so they would fit in the folders. I could have sworn I had one somewhere, but apparently I don’t. I was going to go back to BigW to get one but then I realised it wouldn’t be fiscally responsible of me, because I would probably end up buying loads of other stuff while I was there. I only ended up with folders because I went to BigW to buy self tapping screws. Who knows what I would end up buying if I went in looking for a hole punch. So I didn’t go, and my stuff is still unorganised. At least for now. I decided it would be okay to get a hole punch when I get my groceries on Friday.
I did learn something though. Being fiscally responsible is a drag.
On a brighter note I did get one of my quilt tops out of the cupboard and set it up for hand quilting. I figure if I’m going to spend the evenings in front of the television I might as well be making myself useful. Plus, finishing all my UFO’s counts towards my fiscal responsibility drive. I get to do my hobby without spending money on new material.
The UFO I am working on
Aagh, it is almost 2 and 1/2 months into the year and I am feeling very much like I haven’t accomplished and awful lot.
I did manage to finish sorting out my photos. Well, they are half-sorted. I have managed to whittle the collection down to a folder of photos that I can actually use. I still need to organise that folder some how. But I have transferred the photos onto my laptop, so I can probably have a good go while watching TV in the evenings.
My second accomplishment is I managed to grow beans. They aren’t beans yet, but I am fairly sure it is a bean plant. And… there may also be a pumpkin plant and a pea plant. How? You might ask. Easy peasy. The weekend before Australia Day, I was admiring the blank holes in my herb garden when I thought “I know, I’ve got all those packets of seeds in my cupboard from when I decided to start the herb garden I might as well chuck them on there”. So I did, and then I forgot about them. Then it rained, and rained, and rained some more. And then it rained even more after that, and my beans grew (along with all the weeds and the grass, and more weeds and more grass).
Anyway, here are some pics of my beautifully growing plants and I promise that I will be slightly more motivated this week so that next week I actually have something quilty or philosophical or motivational to blog about. Really, I will.