Bracelet

Recently I had a school friend's birthday, and she is one of those people who seems to have everything she wants, I haven't been here for a while so I can't say I know her as well lately but, I mean that like she doesn't seem to procrastinate. A lot of things I would ask for as a birthday gift would be things that I had wanted for ages, but could never get round to getting, or things I hadn't managed to find, and she seems like she would just go get it or find something that she wanted. Anyway my point, and there is one, is that I had no idea what to give her. So a combination of time, cute things laying around and some inspiration led me to make something.

I used a thin stretch of black denim like fabric as a base and arranged buttons on there with a thin ribbon, a piece of denim, and another piece of cloth. The buttons were all from my mothers button collection (ones that had actually come with clothes) that has been accumulating since the 80's. I used to play with these buttons as a child, and we used to trade them as currency when playing other games.. I think it would be hard to get my future kids to play with buttons... 

I don't know how she managed it, I was a super hyper child and I wasn't allowed Tizer among other fizzy drinks because I would rocket around the house for hours until I crashed (which was headache enough for my mum) or till me or my sister had a trip to A and E. Usually it was the latter, and I think that was what eventually prompted the ban. They should have had a points scheme at A and E, for the number of times we had to go there. Between my abhorrence of all things girly, my tendency to take statements by the local boys as challenges, and my tendency to use my sister as a guinea pig, Mum could have an MRI or something, and those aren't cheap..

I remember one weekend all my local friends were busy and I was being all hyper in the house and my mother tried to get me to go outside and play;

Mum, "Go and play outside!"

Me, "I can't! No one is here this weekend..!" *pouts, then carries on being hyper running around my mum*

Mum starts getting more irritated, "Well, if no one is around then just play with yourself!"

Dad chimed in, "When I 'played with myself' you told me off! Hahahaha!"

*Mum gives Dad a stern look*

I had no idea what that was about till I was about 20 and it came to mind.. lol

Anyway, here is the finished product. I wasn't really blogging then so I don't have any 'in the process pictures', but I don't think people need to see my janky stitching and bleeding fingers so no loss there really.. 

Turns out she wanted a mix CD too so I made her a CD of all the 'jamz' I've been bouncing around to lately, classics like this, this and this (but the original, which isn't on you tube >.< ) along with tracks from some of my CTEPA agents. even that process was a blast from the past, because I haven't made a CD for ages! I mean.. Hardly anyone uses them any more and it took a lot of digging to find a blank one. But it was a fun experience, and I needed a recent playlist. Win Win!

The Attic

Tomorrow I'm heading to Liverpool to meet my final project supervisor for a catch up, some career advice, and to give some books I borrowed in 2006 back..  better late than never.. stop judging me!

When I left a lot of my possessions were boxed up and put in the attic. I had known about this meeting since last week but, as with all things that are, or will probably be unpleasant, of course we leave them till the last minute, and of course because I am going tomorrow I was forced to go to the attic today.

The attic is a treasure hole of things from my youth, old pictures drawn as a child, toys, posters I covered my uni dorm with, clothes no-one should have worn from the 80's etc. So from that point of view its always fun to look for things up there, but there is another side to the attic, something like the "hell" often seen in silent hill games.. without Pyramid Head and probably without un-dead nurses, although I can't be sure about the dark corners even the flashlight from my phone can't penetrate.

There are things that move up there, in my peripheral never quite coming to clear sight, there is a layer of dust, a REALLY thick layer of dust, that is probably full of dust mites among other things, on nearly everything, and spider webs EVERYWHERE.

I am sure as I write this, there are a number of spiders trying to make new homes in my hair, my lungs, and  finger cracks, and ears, and eyelashes are covered in dust mite poo, among other things, and I am in urgent need of a shower. But whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? I found the text books, an old study Japanese Kanji book, and best of all I found this! 

I was 10 years old when DOOM was released, and I think I was 13 or 14 when I found this version at our house. My father did his best to hide it but of course I found it and inspite of its (15) rating, I was playing it on the sly and it became one of the first game addictions I had. This game was epic at the time, I remember a lot of my friends playing it too, even though all of us were the same age. Ah what a classic.

PS. All that talk about Silent Hill reminded me of this;

LOL.. Surely you'd just turn around and give up on what ever it was you were going to do. Besides you'd never actually get to do anything because you'd be fighting blades-for-limbs-ass-head monsters, psychotic butchers with pyramids for heads, minions from hell, hoards of zombies, mutants etc. with a metal pipe, or if you were really lucky a handgun half full of ammo and a flashlight that works sometimes.

See turning around is the best way. 

Or suicide. That could work.