The Nasty No good Week of Whining

This week has been a toughie. With the triple threat of hot weather, my lady curse and post-traumatic, keeping calm and carrying on has been somewhat of an uphill struggle.

  Pretty things, evil summer sunshine

But I do it, because I'm a warrior of life and all that. When I get too overwhelmed by the feels, I do two things. The first is have a swear and go lie down for an hour (beats crying into your lunch, always a bad look), the second is to 'organise my mind'. Figure out what it is that set me off, even the tiniest little thing contains the seed of reason. 

Then I take that and stretch out, find a solution for it. Today's straw on the proverbial back was the chaos of the deep freeze- yes really. I'm a bit of a control freak now the PTSD is here, and any kind of messy, jumbled or otherwise out of alignment storage area gets me all antsy. So I cleaned the mudder out, defrosted and sorted. Then I went to lay down again for a moment and I realised my desk is shameful, utterly chaotic and generally something I avoid looking at, which is hard because it's across from my bed.

Yep, that's my idea of 'chaotic shame'. I hate working on a messy desk- I must have pristine surfaces. Most artist's tend to work better when they are knee deep in the cast-offs of their imaginings, me I can't think straight unless everything is stored in it's own little box. Conflicting because if I can't see something I don't think about it, which means I forget about most of my supplies; on the other hand when I can see stuff I get distracted and end up achieving nothing. So I started getting that under control, which - as I cast my eye over it now - didn't get very far. But you know, baby steps. I need to pay a visit to the local discount emporium and get me some stackable boxes. I'd like these:

 Giant Lego storage box! But I can't seem to find them in Australia. I can import them from the UK but they'll cost $25-30 a piece, and that's a wee 'spensive for something to keep junk in. Even if they would look super cool (and very neat) stacked up on my desk.

Other than that I've been trying to do my best despite it all, engineering a better future for myself as is always the case. The circumstances resulting from my car accident have left me feeling like life has just shoved in a corner of the spare room (literally, with thanks to the ever-accommodating Dad), but I don't intend to sit here gathering dust. Oh no. I have a life to build, and it's gunna be better and stronger and more shinier than before. As part of it, I began two new projects recently, one is this:

It's a vintage shop! Where I can sell candy coloured and glamorous retro vintage things, because Fagin wasn't sitting right with that stuff- I like to keep Fagin in the tatty antiques realm, but I do have an awful lot of pretty vintage to let go of in order to move into an apartment or small house and not look like an episode of Hoarders. Also one of these days I'm going to have an actual bricks n mortar antiques shop, and it will specialise in 20th century, because that's my true passion when it comes to old junk, so this shop is a sort of seedling place for that. My real shop will have gold wallpaper and shag pile carpet.

The other project I'm not going to tell you about just yet, because it's not quite ready. 

 

Sound advice- can you believe I haven't even started watching this yet?! I'm waiting till I move in a couple of months, so I can see it on my giant TV, who I don't have room for here and who I miss. I don't care if that's sad- I miss you giant TV!!