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Yesterday while out shopping I received a call from the Royal Scottish Academy. To inform me that two unframed copies of George have found new homes and that I will receive a nice little bonus, which may or may not be partially, spent on shoes. If you read my blog you'll know I was very excited when I first found out I have gotten into the 2013 RSA Open. Well now I’m very excited and over the moon. I keep jumping up and down and giggling like a mad hatter.
Adding to the excitement I just got offered a job as a Private carer for a family in town and I’m really looking forward to starting this too. They seem so nice! And it'll be a new challenge. Once again I must apologise I think I am too hyper with Christmas Spirit and good news to have a good old rant. Maybe next week, when I’m plagued with tummy ache from eating too many brussels? MERRY CHRISTMAS FOLKS! I have been smitted with yet another cold so instead of letting my own particular brand of crazy out to entertain you folks I’ve been hiding under the covers and growling when anyone was brave enough to try and extract me from my cozy fortress.
However being in such a bad mood has paid off and I am ready to rant! This week’s subject? The Disease Spreader! I was a perfectly healthy and happy, none mucus incrusted woman just a few days ago and then I felt the need for human company, my crucial mistake. Of all the wonderfully interesting and somewhat annoyingly upbeat people I know I had to decide to socialize with my wee sister! She is currently studying childcare and has a placement at a local primary school so she shall now be referred to as the diseased one. While I am fond of a few children I do tend to avoid them on mass in order to avoid these sticky, loud, demanding, high pitched and unreasonable creatures. They also seem to carry a unique mixture of misery inducing illnesses and bugs, which as you can imagine makes them, even more appealing. Charlotte (the diseased one) has become a regular source of disgusting bugs over the past few months and despite my highly accurate and well presented argument to have her placed in an isolation bubble she is still at large. Beware of any freakishly tall teenagers with a permanent look of exasperated displeasure! They are most likely harboring the means to render you snotty! Once again I'm in too good a mood to want to rant. Maybe all the over the top Christmassy rubbish is cheering me up? Unlikely. I spent all of this weekend teaching workshops in Printmaking, which was brilliant fun! And I’m actually not being sarcastic this time. Having just graduated with a degree in printmaking from Gray's School Of Art and it was brilliant to be working in a similar atmosphere (the chilled we have all the time in the world one from the beginning of the year not the oh crap I’m going to fail one from towards the end of the year). Not to mention I have finally stopped drawing fish!!! This excitement was added to when I arrived home exhausted determined to enjoy some channel flicking and came across an old IT Crowd Episode that I have totally forgotten existed my favorite part being the new emergency number. I’ve posted a link to a small clip below because it amazing! And to finish off a really good weekend I saw Despicable Me 2 again and yet again have decided that I shall find some way of gaining a minion of my very own! :)
But until I go all evil genius on you all I have my niece Amber and my nephews Eden and Jack as rather adequate stand ins. Has anyone else noticed that every year the Christmas music and decorations start that little bit earlier? Does this result in you also wanting to feed jolly little elves to crocodiles by the time hit mid November? No? Just me then.
As you may have gathered I’m not the worlds most tolerant person. However I do actually love Christmas, I love decorating the tree, making the food, buying (or this year, making) the presents for my loved one and I always really enjoy the big family meal with it's annual hiccups and disagreements (the best year was when my aunt was knocked over by a wild champagne cork) I even like the crazy light displays people put together for the season. But why do we need to be constantly reminded that Christmas is coming in 72 days, 54 days 31days? It happens on the same day every year! But thanks for making people panic buy gifts that no one will actually want to receive … The TV adds don't even wait until Halloween is done before bombarding kids with brainwashing adds aiming to make them extort piles of cash from their parents for gifts that will be forgotten or trashed before we hit the halfway mark of the year. This year having experienced a skintness beyond hope I’ve decided to use this opportunity to hand tailor gifts to my friends and family with a variety of lovely prints and mad jeweler and it's been great fun making them and having discovered many other people are doing the same it's restored my faith in the season a little. Ok so not everyone has the time or motivation to make their own gifts but can we please stop panicking and just enjoy the festive spirit (minus the horrendous cheesy music please) and as is demanded by the season I shall be making more of an effort to be jolly or at least a little less grippy. Firstly i'd just like to say YAY!
why you ask? because 'George' the elephant has gone to Edinburgh! he's currently hung up in the RSA (Royal Scottish Academy). And i'm going down to see him tomorrow! i've never been to a Private showing at the RSA befre but i'm really looking forward to it :) as well as meeting up with a wonderful friend who's currently living down there. i'm really over the moon in general. My work is also currently in a group Mokuhanga show in the Newton Dee Cafe which is near the Cults part of Aberdeen life is good :) Today I had to pick up my little sister from college because she was in the grips of a migraine and on our way home on one of the many pit stops (migraines suck!) we discovered a brilliant use for her projectile vomiting!
If you've ever been to Aberdeen you may well have experienced the terror of Aberdeen drivers! I’d like to point out here that I’m an Aberdeenshire driver, a totally different species. It’s so common for folk to forget to signal or to attempt to bulldoze pedestrians (I understand this urge) but today I encountered a rather uniquely rubbish driver. Upon receiving the call asking my to pick Charli up, I headed straight for town and had a really relaxed drive until I hit the outskirts. That was until a man who was driving insanely slowly, in a 70 mile per hour zone, fancied himself as Lewis Hamilton coincidently this was after looking into my car and realising that a female had just over taken him. This insult to his masculinity had to be corrected! So he began to drive like a complete numpty, pissing off many other drivers, as he attempted to catch me up in the increasingly busy town traffic. If you’re this particular Idiot you may be interested in this short letter I wrote as apology. Dear Sir, I am sincerely sorry that my having breasts and being unwilling to drive at 45 miles per hour behind you while you continued your phone call was so insulting to you. I am similarly sorry that my heinous actions compelled you to drive like a complete maniac in order to point out the error of my ways. If I ever have the misfortune of annoying you in this manner again I will endeavour to also drive like a paralytic goat, so as to avoid any insult. All The Best Clare P.s I love the way your car is covered in dents. It really adds a new dimension to the aesthetic. After picking up Charlotte we were discussing these interesting antics before having to do a very quick pit stop so she didn't throw up on herself (poor thing) upon leaving the car she some how managed to projectile vomit all over the side on a passing vehicle! It was equally gross and hilarious. Thankfully the driver didn't stop! That might have been an interesting one to explain. So be warmed if I ever have to deal with your crazy road rage I have a pukey sister and I’m not afraid to use her! ok so this post is a little late but i feel it's important that some body says this. We need more socially acceptable events that involve fire! i'm not an arsonist (yet) but i have to say that fire makes things better! much like random explosions making a film better. it's just cool.
There is something wonderful about an open fire. Bonfires in particular given that they tend to be mahussive! And who doesn't love pretty showers of light in the sky (apart from dogs, cats, babies and other people who lack a certain sense of fun)? i still get a certain thrill hearing the loud crackling bang of the very first firework of the night and i'm sure many of you are the same. Even my wonderful Grandfather who is possibly the most serious person i know has admitted a certain keenness for the things. And sparklers! they're like tiny sparks of joy for very grown up people like myself and don't try and tell me that you don't write your name with them because you'd be lying and everyone will know. But why is fire confined to very few seasonal events? why can't be have a fire for everything!? easter for one would be far more interesting in my opinion if we were allowed to set fire to things, I, personally would pay to see a man handing out eggs in a flaming chicken suit. wouldn't you? or perhaps a wicker man style bunny rabbit? just a suggestion Today’s blog was meant to be about scary Aberdonian drivers. That was until I arrived home this morning to discover that Rebus (the little stripy thing sitting in the basket) decided to tip over a bookcase, and trash several canvases in the process. I'm still not sure how she managed it. This little monster is well known for being far too curious for her own good. In the last year she has; fallen in the bath, tipped a pot of emulsion all over herself before leaving indignant paw prints and splashes all over the house (including a curly Rebus shape on my sisters bed), stolen my toast and climbed the curtains before slipping and tearing her way back down to name but a few. When she isn't trying to destroy the house she spends her time culling anything that moves in the garden and surrounding area. If our garden is ever subject to an archaeological dig in a few hundred years their going to believe we were into ritual sacrifice! It’s funny how something so weirdly destructive could be so well loved and yet her madness has a certain entertainment value, at least when you’re not the one who has to tidy it up! Hey Guys,
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