Doing, not thinking...

So, I've been thinking a lot lately about some of the things on my mid-life crisis to-do list. I even got as far as phoning my local swimming pool for the times and prices in an effort to get fitter. Then I went out and bought a bar of chocolate! Not productive.

One of the themes of my life is that I'm a lot more pro-active about the stuff that has a negative impact on me. Don't ask me why, it's a gift! I'm trying to do something about it.

I met up with a friend http://annabelshouse.blogspot.com/ for coffee at the beginning of the week. It's fun to talk arts and crafts, inspiration, efforts to change our lives and of course tattoos. I always come away from our meetings excited to actually do something. This time I was determined to get the tattoo - I'm going into the shop on Saturday to make the appointment, I have a project I'm going to start alongside painting my kitchen cabinet doors - I'm going to paint a small step-stool, and I'm going to go swimming.

If I write it all down and put it out there for any poor unfortunate soul who gets caught on this blog to read then I have to do it. Right? Right.

Watch this space!

Snow

I got' snowed in' last week - in other words there were no buses into Oxford from my neck of the woods. This was a first for me. I don't even remember having snow days from school.

It was pretty exciting to have a guilt free couple of days off work and I took my camera out to snap the very alien landscape I was suddenly living in.

An hour of wading through snow up to my knees, discovering that there was no milk or bread at the supermarket because the delivery trucks couldn't get through, having very beautiful trees maliciously drop snow down my neck and struggling back up a hill worn to ice by thousands of feet, and I was feeling slightly less romantic about the snow.

Still, it was very pretty.