I have been saying for ages that I really must get out and do something with my camera before I go on holidays. There is no point in taking the digital SLR and multiple lenses with me if I am so rusty that I take atrocious pictures. But like many things I keep putting it off. So this morning I set off for an old place, an old favourite. The Mt Coot-tha botanic Gardens. I know that if I go there with camera in hand I am bound to find inspiration. Which I did. There is always something in bloom, no matter what the time of year. Today it was camelias and banksias. I love a good banksia. I’d love to have some in my garden, but most of them don’t do well on clay soil. They’re hard to photograph though. Mostly because they are so untidy. The bits going everywhere create problems with depth of field, and focusing.
I stopped off on the way home and went to the movies. So thinking that I hadn’t gone somewhere new this week, I decided to go to gold class. Which I have never done before. So I managed an old place and a new place in one day. I don’t know that it was worth the extra money though. It was nice, but I don’t know that it was $39 worth of nice. Not to mention the amount I spent on food.
Other goals are going well.
I haven’t been doing a lot of sewing, but I have got a lot of hand quilting done on the quilt I think I am going to take to England.
I have actually been writing again. I was struggling because I had run out of ideas about what happens next. I decided that I would read over what I had done and add more detail. I have been finding plenty of places where more was needed, so that should keep me out of mischief for a while until I can decide where to go with it.
I lost a kilo and a 1/2 this week. Though one of those kilos is probably the one I put on last week. But all up pretty good considering I have only really been trying since Wednesday. Most of it I put down to exercise. I have these hideous trees with bright orange berries and my neighbour was complaining because they attract bats into the garden, which are pooping in her water tank. So I had a fairly severe tree chopping session yesterday and today and chopped off all the branches with berries that are along the fence line. I didn’t really mind doing it because I want to take those trees out eventually anyway (they are hideous and sprout up little seedlings everywhere). However, my back garden is now full of chopped off branches which I need to find some way to get rid of and when I was finished today I found these tiny bird eggs on the ground. There must have been a nest in the tree which I didn’t notice. So, now I am feeling ever so slightly like a bird murderer.
Sorry, that ended up kind of long. Will finish up with some pictures of the gardens.
I have had some reasons recently, which I won’t go into, to contemplate the topic of self-delusion. It made me think a little more than usual about how honest I am with myself. One glaringly obvious example of denial is the fact that over the last couple of weeks I have gotten into the rather bad habit of skipping days where I track my points, particularly on those days where I know I am way over. Which is kind of crazy especially when you consider that I am paying Weight Watchers for the use of the tracker, though probably no crazier than the thousand of gym memberships people have and never use. So this week I set myself the task of actually recording everything, no matter how bad it was, and it was bad (there was a work dinner and flurry of morning teas). I ended up with -97 points. Which is fairly atrocious, and not surprisingly I put on a kilo. And I actually think that being honest helps. Seeing those negative points add up has over the last couple of days caused me to be a lot more restrained, and I think will help going forward.
In other news –
- the sewing machine is back from the repair person, with a new tension unit, and is sewing beautiful. I managed to finish two quilt tops today.
- Thanks to the work dinner, and a walk this morning where I stopped in at a strange newsagent I am now up to 20 places I haven’t been before.
- The writing – not so good, but I have run out of free turns of plants vs zombies so perhaps my run on procrastination will come to an end.
This top just needed some borders putting on
Still not sure whether this one works or not, though it looks a lot better in real life than it does in the photo
I am feeling the need to do a bit of philosophising today. Mostly because yesterday I went to the handmade expo. I was thinking I’ve never been to a handmade expo before so I can count it on my list of “Places I’ve never been before”. Then, as I was wondering round, I started thinking – this is exactly the same place they held the garden expo. So does it really count as going somewhere I’ve never been before? Which got me thinking about the nature of place and whether an event could be a place. I’m still tossing up about this, but a part of me is inclined to say they were different places. If I told you I had been to the Bundamba Turf Club (the venue) twice this year it would be true, but it wouldn’t be the whole truth, it wouldn’t be the same as saying I went to the garden expo and the handmade expo.
In the end I decided to count it, not because I had resolved the what is a place question, but because I thought it met the spirit of my challenge. The aim was to get me out more, and it did. It also had the added benefit of this…
It’s a cake pop. A round bit of cake covered in some kind of icing and then put on a stick. It was actually really good cake too. Nice and moist.
Places I’ve never been before – 12
BMI – no change, cake pop being the least of my worries from the last week, but I am resolved to start the new week freshly motivated.
Novel: 8635 words. I have a suspicion that it might be going backwards, mostly because I decided to change the point of view and so I am going through what I have written and changing it, which has meant taking some bits out that no longer made sense. But I have some good ideas for what happens next based on the new point of view.
Quilt blocks : yes, I have actually made something. I have come to the conclusion that barring miracles there is no way that I was actually going to get the big quilt hand quilted by August in time for the birthday party, so I decided I needed to make some new quilt tops and pick one to machine quilt.
So here is my first effort. It’s actually bigger than it looks because each of the blocks is 20 inches.
Now I just need to get through my current malaise (which I suspect might be caffeine withdrawal) and make a couple more.
I have got to that part of a Sunday afternoon where I usually start to feel restless and kind of antsy. That feeling when there is nothing you really feel a pressing need to do, but you really want to be doing something, just not any of the things on your to do list. Am also trying quite strenuously to resist the urge to pig out on chocolate just because it is Easter.
I have been feeling a lot of late like I haven’t really been accomplishing anything. So this morning I did a bit of a stock take of the goals and I am not actually doing that badly.
I have done 7509 words on my novel. If I am aiming for 50,000 words that isn’t too bad. To be on track for the year, I should have 12500 by the end of April. So I only need to do 226 words a day between now and then an I will be okay. That’s certainly achievable.
Healthy BMI – going well, lost another kilo this week. If I keep this up I should be a healthy weight for my height well before the end of the year
100 places I’ve never been before – Yesterday I went to number 10 – Spring Mountain. Pictures below. While I am a little bit behind on this one I am not too worried because I know my trip in August is going to rack the tally up really fast.
Make things from all my 100 blocks – now this one isn’t going so well. As a matter of fact it is going atrociously. Not helped by the fact that at the moment I am machine quilting the pink quilt I made the other day, and machine quilting, I have decided, has to be on my list of my worst things to do. That and hand quilting the big quilt is taking up a lot of my time. But I will be positive and say that I am making progress. I did buy two lots of Queen size batting at the Spotlight sale yesterday, that has to count as some kind of progress.
This sign at the start of the walk was a little disconcerting, but I decided to proceed with caution
Most of the walk was this lovely, open forest
With loads of these rocky outcrops
The track circled round this big one
and on the way back I saw the weirdest thing…
this long line of caterpillars, all crawling along nose to tail.