PINSPIRATION: Pomander Flower Balls
I’ve been talking for a long time about doing things with my hands. And thanks to Pinterest, I’ve been able to get so much inspiration. I’m going to start doing a project every weekend and posting the results here in the blog.
The first entry? Pomander Flower Balls!
Put a pin in it
I’m kind of, sort of in LOVE with Pinterest. No, for real. In love. I’m totally inspired by the site and the ideas and I love having somewhere visual to post things and look back at what tripped my trigger.
I’ve organized my boards into things like recipes, clothes, colors, etc. And of course, DIY goodies.
Today, I created a new board call “Pinspired”. I plan to blog about my DIY adventures when I create something inspired by something I’ve found on Pinterest. I’ll also let those of you who wish to, post your pinspirations.
My first post will happen very shortly. Be ready!
Oooooh, shiny!
One of the reasons I hesitate to make some grandiose pledge to blog every day, or even regularly, is that I lose focus. I guess I can point to any number of things as my excuse… maybe my four jobs… maybe being generally distracted… maybe a general amount of apathy… maybe adult ADHD. It could be any number of things, but I just feel generally unmotivated and unfocused lately.
Looking back at me
When I look in the mirror, I don’t see what other people see. Or at least what they tell me they see.
Part of it is definitely related to my weight loss. Going from 320lbs to 150lbs is bound to make anyone a bit mirror-shocked. When I look in the mirror, I don’t see “Fat Amelia” but I don’t see “Thin Bitch Amelia” either. I think I see something in between, I guess.
When I look in the mirror, the words that come into my head aren’t kind. And I can’t quite figure out why my view of myself is so distorted.
Epic Failure
While working on some new comedy material, I decided to make a list of things I was afraid of. I suppose many folks would have items on it like spiders or dying… or leprechauns or trolls (maybe that was redundant, sorry)… I actually had a hard time making a list of my fears.
It’s not that I’m not afraid of things, I just don’t think there’s much I can’t handle. Yeah, I’m tough like that. And I will cut you if I need to/want to/feel that you need cuttin’.