Earlier I mentioned that I'd received a very exciting message via my Folksy account and now I can explain this to you (although one of my readers, 'Odd-Sox', already guessed! Am I being stalked?!).
I have been invited to take part in a series of interviews for Indie Smiles which are to focus on male crafters! Now I'm pretty certain that I've not done anything to warrant such an amazing priviledge - perhaps they've heard about my otherwise pitiful existence and feel sorry for me?! I don't know! I certainly don't think I'm representative of male crafters in general. Nonetheless, I am thrilled to have been included (despite feeling like a little bit of a fraud!) and any opportunity to air my views in public is GREATLY appreciated! One likes to be heard afterall! I'll let you all know when the interview is going live - I'm still in the process of writing my responses to the questions and worryingly (perhaps more so for the readers!) they have asked me to submit a photograph of myself! Hmmmmm - you can imagine the euphoria with which I greeted that particular revelation! Considering that a brief glance in the mirror this morning confirmed that I look like Gordon Brown stepping out of No. 10 on his way to attend a fancy dress party as Regan from The Exorcist, I'm pretty sure that the picture will do nothing to enhance the image of Mother's Ruin!
Nothing very crafty has been happening with me over the last few days. Archie (my little pussy cat) has been very poorly, so I have spent most of my time cooking up special meals for him (I don't DO cooking! Eating is my forte!) but luckily the combination of anti-biotics and freshly cooked cod-loin do seem to be having the desired effect. Less amusing is how Archie has chosen to demonstrate his indignation at being kept inside - this morning he sprayed all over the front door when I refused to open it to his whining demands. A charming little cleaning job that was at 6am, I can assure you!
With little actual crafting to report on, I'm finding that my blogging inspiration is similarly depleted, so I guess I ought to finish here. Unfortunately, I think I could do with a good hard slap at the moment (I daresay Hubby will be first to volunteer, should he read this!). In a matter of days I seem to have lost all focus and succumbed to the suffocating anaesthesia of day-to-day life.... I'm off to shake things up!
Mother's Ruin xxx