It's been 2 months since the ripping-a-bandaid-off-at-high-speed ending of my relationship.

Does it hurt in the split second after the bandaid is removed? Because it bloody well hurts in the moments after.

I've been on auto-pilot until today. Just getting on with getting on and thinking of the million ways I could see the silver lining. And then I revisited this post on the blog of the darling, inimitable Sas. And, for only the second time since he left, I cried that cry; the one that leaves my stomach hurting, my face red and swollen, the one that gets the toxic ick out.

But this is good, right? It's good to grieve, to lament the loss of dreams and a whole world. Right?

An oh so cheerie update

Hello again dear people.

I was in the neighbourhood, so I thought I'd drop in and say hi. How are you? All ok?

All is well here. Actually, all is great here. Remy and I are having a lovely time together and things are going swimmingly.

There is the possibility of a new (very part-time) job in a pretty wee shop and I seem to be accumulating the most wonderful collection of new friends.

I've been concentrating on what a lucky person I am, and it's definitely helping. I've never been a pollyanna sort, but looking for the positives at a time when things are hard is helping me keep my chin up. And I feel like I am attracting even more luck.

The only thing missing in my life is a computer... but I'm working on that and I can just tell that something good is around the corner.

Megan
xxx

Well.... hello there!

Wohoo! I have a child-free hour in which to do the most outrageous things... like catch up with emails. This is me living life on the edge.

I've also been quiet of late because Jules and I have separated. Yes, it's messy. Yes, it's stressful. But Remy and I are having fun hanging out together and we're doing well.

I'm going to stay in this darling little town. I've only been here 2ish months, but I have met some wonderful people and Rems has made some darling little friends. Also, the weather is astonishingly warm. I roast in the hot, hot sun most days and I love it.

2009 was simply the worst year of my life. Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. And then the things I thought couldn't go wrong, went wrong. What a horrid time I've had.

But you know what, this year has seen my luck turn for the better. So far I've won an iceblock, bought fabulous shoes for far less than the price on them (they were on sale and I didn't know about it), my car broke down outside the house of a man who happened to be a mechanic and he fixed my car for FREE, and the DVD shop gave me a couple of DVDs for free.

This is going to be a grrrrrrrreat year.

Flitting in to say hullo

Hello dear people!

Sorry for the little unexpected time out. Our computer is broken again (sheesh), and we have moved. We've moved islands in fact! We're now in a beautiful North Island town with about 1300 other people... Yes, it's truly a Small Town.

So far, so good. We've met some fabulous people and we're surrounded by vineyards. The weather is amazing, and we have a Very Big Town close by. I feel so relaxed here... even with a determined little two year old always chomping at my ankles.

My birds are in a local shop and, goodness me, they're retailing for $22.50. I guess my wild stab at $8-10 was quite off the mark then... Having said that, I'm open to offers, deals, and swapsies if anyone is interested. Just drop me a line (my email address is in my profile).

I have a tonne of stories and photos to share. The minute our computer is back in good health you can be sure that I'll bombard you with them.

Hullo daaaaaarling

 

I've made a few alterations to the bird decoration. Let's call it evolution.

I was distractedly cutting material for the new birds and then I found more scraps to use so I cut those out. And then there were the scraps in the cupboard I hadn't opened for ages, so I cut out some more...

I now have 50 of these birds.

50 one-of-a-kind, handmade birds.

If they don't sell, I'm going to make a short film about one woman's decent into bird decoration induced insanity. It will be called "A film starring me".

A day in the life

+ 'Flu, 'flu, 'flu. (That's one for each of us because we all have it).

+ Fish and chips in Hampden.

+ Eek! We're out of broadband! Back to the stone age and dial-up.

Bye bye birdie

 

I'm making Christmas decorations, lots and lots of Christmas decorations at the moment. This bird is one of several hundred million* one-of-a kind, entirely individual, handmade decorations that I have made over the past few days. I plan on selling them at the Victorian Heritage weekend this year.

Jules is my man-on-the-ground when it comes to pricing, and he tells me they'll sell for only $5.00. FIVE BUCKS! I was hoping for ten...

Just look at these eyes... don't they speak to you? Specifically, don't they say "$5 is not enough. You want me. You WANT me. Hand that nice lady $10"?

 

 

*Artistic license.