Two nights ago I told a friend I could do with less death around me for a bit.
It’s a very strange time to be in my life and head at the moment.
On Saturday Craig and I went to an engagement party for two of my favourite people.
On Sunday the family cat, the one we thought might actually live forever, finally died.
I’m very very excited about an upcoming trip to Auckland to see more of my favourite people, eat brunch, and get tattooed.
I’m very much regretting that, in the not too distant future, Craig and I may be flying to Auckland for a family funeral.
Monday was the day of the funeral for one of my cousins. Monday was the day Craig and I had been together thirteen years.
Right up until Sunday afternoon I was trying to decide if I would travel to Palmerston North for my cousin’s funeral. It’s difficult, sometimes, to be so close to many of my cousins and yet so distant from others. I felt no real connection to this deceased person, I doubt I could have picked them out of a line up, but they are blood relatives. Actual cousins. In the end I decided that I wouldn’t go. It was rough but I think I made the right decision for me.
I could do with less death around me for a bit.
This past weekend I added to my walking art gallery.
I commissioned Devon Smith to design a tattoo for me based on one of her paintings.
I had it stabbed into my skin by Char at Dr Morse Inc as she’s got skills with lovely delicate drawings and, well, I decided to get it done before I knew Devon was heading to Dunedin to become a tattoo artist herself.
One more session a few weeks from now and it’ll look something like this
I’m pretty damn lucky.
I really do enjoy winter. I am, at heart, a cold-weather girl.
However, for event crisp clear morning there are days of grey and gloom and grizzle. Those days I cannot abide.
I struggle with winter, is what I’m saying.
As such, I am pleased my calendar is filled up. In order to stave off the mean-reds of SAD I have booked myself to the hilt with things to make me smile.
It all starts this Saturday with a brunch. I find that most good things start with a brunch.
After that I have two different tattoos booked, five film festival films, a 29 hour trip to Auckland for friends and art and more brunch, Wellington on a Plate, a hangi night with family, an engagement party, and a weekend away in Greytown.
All of this in the next … five weeks.
And in between it all, should I get bored and cold and despondent, I have warm knitting to keep me warm and my hands engaged.
Winter’s not looking too terribly bleak right now.
Note: the snow photo is from the crazy winter of 2011
My hat as I was making it, and the pretty new wool I bought to knit a cowl.
I really really was not sure that I would ever finish anything when I started knitting. I thought it might have been like all those other times and as soon as I had to do anything more than a straight stitch, I’d balk and run away.
But look! I made a hat! It has a pom pom and I can even fit it on my head!
(that first bump was when I picked it up after two weeks away from knitting. The other bump was when I was knitting while watching a very tense tv episode.)