Must say the weather here in NZ has been very kind and we are living on our deck at the moment strolling on the beach when the mood plays along. New years day was an eventful day! I was feeling a little brittle (champagne!) and so sent kids for a cycle while I got an early lunch ready. I found myself running down to the beach 10 min later rescuing emily who had fallen onto her arm. Being………well, Emily, I assumed that her drama was as a result of not getting her way, but as soon as I saw her, I knew with all certainty that she was infact in severe pain and could not be moved. A broken elbow, 12 hours in hospital, ambulances and horrible meds found us home and exhausted. We see the surgeon soon and she will likely need an op and a few pins but all seems to be going very well, thanks to great Dr’s and one awesomely dishy ICU peadiatrician (Just like McSweeny form Greys!!!) Focus Pippa..focus………A few rough nights later I can now say…”Oh, yes, happy new year then!” Watching her arm heal is a slow process mainly spent at home which has allowed for me to spend a few great hours furthering the development of “Dingbat Design Corner”, an online graphics business. I am going to be tying it all in here somehow, just not too sure how to yet. Can’t quite believe that this little blog led me to trying to find a pretty background, not finding one, trying to make one, learning how to, loving how to and now turning all that into a money making passion. Such fun! Until I get all of this sorted, I will carry on adding a bunch of Design “stuff” here but shall also post a few odds about …well…..normal goodies, usual “Crossing with Jordyn” posts. Please do “follow” this blog(Click follow button in sidebar), or share it (click share button at bottom of posts) or bookmark (However you do that normally). It helps to give me an idea of how, when, and what to write about and share. I so look forward to sharing another year of this fuzzy haze called life with you all! Much love, Pippa
Here’s a great site for all those hoping to find some “me” time and play with pixels while enjoying your summer break. Great for all sorts of free downloads and really useful for digiscrap lovers who prefer to make and create their own goodies for pages.
I can’t help but be in awe of my middle cockroach. Emily (4) very quickly became Moeggy when Milly seemed way too dainty for my Spiderman obsessed Tinkerbell. She sucks on lemons, hides capers in her lunchbox and finds life full of irrelevant rediculous frill which she, of course, has no time for. She finds no point in the notion of Father Christmas (Santa) and seems boggled why people even want to pretend his existence. Demands to know the point of sticking candles in a cake when it just breaks the prettiness which mommy seemed so insistent couldn’t be disturbed. Says God is silly because if he makes rain to water the plants then he stupidly keeps missing by hitting the cars instead. She watches the moon rise and shouts at it to leave the sun alone and that its not his turn yet and that she is the boss of this sky.
WhooohOOOOOOhoooooo! I made this! See? Yes, the template, the background to this blog. I made this from scratch, was just a little block of transparency to begin with but since diving into the world of Adobe design. I feel so smartly creative! There are still a few obvious issues so please be nice and just ignore them for a while. Yes, I am fully aware of the fact that the pink makes one want to gag. Getting there…….. Must say I am so loving Photoshop. Last year I did a coarse and didn’t learn nearly as much as what my stubborn streak has allowed me to discover. In my fiddles, I found, yet another awesome sight for those who like scrapbooking but have no clue how to fiddle. Trying to upload an image with a link to the site…bare with me….wait………wait……oh, umm, Yes!!!, ahhh, no, no, hangon……be right back.
I am truly rediculous you know! Truly! After officially offering to shave all my hair off in compassion for one of our school kids, I began to get that feeling……..that awful one which shouts “You have spoken impulsively you DIMWITT!” I was moved see? After spending that time in hospital with Gorgeous Fabulous women in the cancer ward a few months ago, I have struggled to walk past a bandanna without feeling that little tear. I LOVED those girls! They were just like me, also had children, understood what it meant to be in pain and were also clinging to the last bits of femininity left to them. Thing is, I got to come home, absolutely perfectly well as my lump was just a big lump, not cancer, just a LULU lump. Theirs wasn’t and they wouldn’t go home. Night after night we would hobble to each others beds. i would just hold her hand and allow her to wail while she moaned out the words………” why?, my children?, now?, how?, can’t be….., 6 weeks?…….why?……” Another just needed to be given a space to talk about her favourite toys as a child, those that Granny So and So bought, Aunty So and So made and the one which she took with her to any Doctors appointment………Never mentioned the cancer, but clung to me while speaking about comfort…….. Comfort. Since those days almost 2 months ago one of my friends has left us and so when hearing a young man-boy (18) stand in the staff room and ask staff to support his little brother’s (13) struggle with a brain tumour, I instantly felt compelled to go all the way, to Go MAD on this one!!! To GO BALD!!!! ……..I know, I know, I know…..!!! I was thinking about my darling girls on Saturday again and so acted in compassion by phoning “boy’s” mum and committing verbally to go head-nude on Tuesday in order to raise funds for his next and last treatment in December. She was overwhelmed and emotional in response, extremely touched by the gesture, I reassured her that she needn’t be, that I was SO on this page with her, that I GOT it, thought she was amazing, was THRILLED to be doing this, gushhhhh gusshhhh and more sincere compassionate gussshhhhh.Read the rest of this entry »
missing by hitting the cars instead. She watches the moon rise and shouts at it to leave the sun alone and that its not his turn yet and that she is the boss of this sky. 