Thanks for popping in. Trundling up to Glasgow today. I’m the filling in the sandwich here in the white van cockpit. Dave behind the wheel, Paul to the left – and me straddling the gearstick. GREAT. Ah well, at least Dave has to touch my knee every time he changes gear. We have to get our kicks somewhere!
On another note – on a very crafty note, actually, I finally decanted all my faber-Castell Polychromos into one place – and I am over the moon with the result. Having used these pencils for at least 30 years, you can imagine how many I’ve got in various boxes, tins and containers! So, I decided to take advantage of my own business, and crack open a new Pergamano Tool Holder. what a result! Look:
Such a good move. All I have to do now is spread them out a bit more intelligently, but hey! I’ve got them in the cockpit with me – and I’m not doing anything else!
The Pink Tool organiser is great. Now I have got 2: one for my Pergamano tools, and one for my Polychromos. If only the rest of my life were that organised!
But that’s it exactly. I may not be able to sort out Clarity and the Factory move overnight, but I can certainly colour file my blimming pencils!! And that little action makes my tired old head feel so much better.
I recall something similar from many years ago, whilst living in Germany. I had a nice apartment in Nürnberg with a huge walk-in closet. Well, I don’t remember much at all about that time in my life except that I was very unhappy and I had a large walk-in wardrobe. Why remember that?? I recall walking into it once – and it hit me. I had a moment of Clarity. All my clothes were perfectly colour coordinated. All my sweaters were piled in colour tones. So: light blue to the top of the pile, dark blue to the bottom. White to the top, black to the bottom – with grey in between. All my skirts were hung in colour sequence, all my trousers. And I remember thinking that this was not normal, that this was especially bizarre because my head was in a very dark place, and my life was in chaos.
So I have always been happy to report that my wardrobe nowadays looks like a bomzitit, that it’s easier to go buy something new than try to find the matching shirt you KNOW is somewhere.
Clearly, there’s something very calming about sorting colours.
Enough rambling. Nearly there.
Am meeting up with a dear friend for supper. Excited about that.
Love and hugs,
xx Barb xx