The market...Galway City's saving grace

I had a lovely few hours break in the market yesterday with dearest friend Jane for company.

1. I got a bakers dozen of bagesl, all flavour and sizes...well not really, their all about the same size. The bagel dude is really nice...and they even have their own bags now...they never used to. They used to just put them in a paper bag...but now their in plastic so I'm hopeing they'l last me into the week.
   
2. I also treated myself to some of Daniel's delicious doughnuts...it has been so long! They are devine, melt in your mouth good, and moreish...which is good for Daniel...but bad for my hips:)
3. I bought myself a simply b.e.a.u.t.i.f.u.l. plate off Jane. It is a wonderful shape, sort of a rounded rectangle, and has the most delicate painting of a wild looking rose in watery blue and green. I could not go home without it. I must find out what it is for exactly. Im planning on just putting a little tea light on it in my room, or a tiny vaze with one single daisy, or devils bit scabbia...devine!
4. And, for my sins, I also got this wonderful crocheted pale purple and white blanket...perfect for snuggling up under when watching a film during the winter, or for the end of my bed...or just over my legs when I'm sewing to provide that extra bit of warmth and comfort. All my 'little' blankets are in mayo, so I just had to have it you know...

A woman bought this wonderful 1970s bed spread off Jane yesterday too...I think the print of it was of daiseys...but there was something so fresh about it, if I had seen it sooner, I would have nabbed it! :)
I think its important to have nice things. Now nice does not mean expensive as I have grown up knowing. Nice can mean an ergonimically shaped mug which fits your had perfectly that you come across in a charity shop for 50 cent...or it can be hand crocheted blanket that someone spent hours and hours making.
Speaking of which, Jane lent me Handmade Nation by Faythe Levine and Cortney Heimerl. And eventhough I am 'that way inclined' I do thing crafty, hand-madey, diy things are coming more and more into fashion, if not for a practical, ethical slant, then certainly because the 'one off, I did this myself' look is very, very in vogue.

So I've made a late new years resolution, and Im going to start making more...making more of everything. Food, clothes, presents, cards etc etc etc. I dont have an excuse...and it is very cool afterall
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I am just SO inspired by the nice things I find on my friend's list.
For my next post I'm planning on shareing a few things that I have found from each...
Exciting...its like research, only fun!

I've gotten up quite early the last couple of days and been full/half full of energy.
I'm just about to sprint into town to pick up some bagels fresh from the market...hopefully their are some left.
I was reminiscing last night with Alex about the delli one block away from my house in America when I was a kid...during the summer especially when the weather was really nice, mum would ask me to walk up to the delli and get bagels for breakfast...and orange juice.
And they were the yummiest bagels Ive ever had...so so good :)

I miss certain things about America.
I miss going on walks with mum around the neighborhoods in the evenings...or going up the mountain most sundays with daddy and the rest of the family and shadow...
I miss those scorching hot days, and driving on the highway with the window down and no air conditioning...

XxX

The eye of the storm

I am feeling quite calm today, after the extremely stressful events of yesterday. Of course when the digital printers phoned for my credit card details, I gave them the wrong number, thinking it was right...which left me in a state when they told me it wasnt.
Have no fear, it is all sorted now...and I did my victory dance around the house and everything.
Im expecting my digital prints today...and if they come I will be a happy bunny indeed...

I went for a walk to the beach yesterday...I am going to miss it incredibly when I move home for the next 8 months...

The ocean and the distant Clare mountains center me like no other thing can... Although, when I see pictures like this...I think Ill be centered enough :)

Morning Rant

I caught a glimpse of myself in the hall mirror this morning after a glorious lie in...and I look like I'm in my thirties...big dark shadows under my eyes...my skin looks like its made from traceing paper and I generally look unwell.

Which in itself is quite upsetting as I think I take relatively good care of myself. I take a multi vitamin and a cod liver oil capsule every morning. I get three balanced meals every day. I walk EVERYWHERE. I hardly ever drink, and when I do, I never get blotto...unless Im celebrating something, which is rare these days. And I dont smoke.

And yet even though I managed to sleep in til 10 (I was up til 2 this morning sending away digital prints on the internet) I am still exhausted to the point that my hands are so weak Im finding it dificult to type.

I cannot wait to be finished college. I cannot wait to be able to do my work, in my own time, my own way, with only myself to blame if things go wrong, and only myslef to thank when things go right

I dont mind working, it has never occured to me that I would be doing anything else after college. I want to work. I want to pay my parents back. And I want to have my own money, so that Im not in debt to anyone. And with a job, I will have free time, and thats when I plan to really work.

There's nothing wrong with that, and Im not planning for anything else. I like things to happen organically. I dont like planning for things that cant be planned for. I like daydreaming, but those aren't plans, their just ideas...and I have millions of those...

Unlike Kylemore, where I felt as though my heart was being riped from my chest and buried in that mountain when I left (I know, a little emo for so early in the morning...) I cannot say I feel the same, or even remotely close when I think about this being the last few weeks of college. The last few weeks of Kylemore I was a mess...the last few months of Kylemore I was a mess...is it that Im older. Or did I just not connect in the same way? I dont know what it is...Is it that Im too busy that my grey matter hasnt even registered the prospect of not being there in September?

This year has flown.

Fly away last few weeks...I cannot wait to clean my shoes of the dust of you.