I saw a thing on Pinterest a while ago saying something like 'Sometimes the only way I get through the day is my mentally chanting Prison orange is not my colour' I dont know what prisoners in the UK wear, could be black for all I know but its definetly been one of those days where I've been chanting that. Seems to have been one of those days where I need to learn how to say 'f**k off' in a polite way, if there is a polite way of course.
Anyway off my angry, wine fueled ranting! Since I came back from my retreats my stash has sat on the bedroom floor along with the many other projects I need to finish/start. The fact my room looked like a tip, and I needed to go across an assult course to turn the TV on was starting to get to me so I sat last night and spent 4 hours trying to catch up. This is what I started with.
Tonight is making gift tags and boxes, I WILL see my bedroom floor by the end of the week! lol