Stuff

Blurry photos of a disco glitter ball, mobile of planets, dusty dream catcher, glass hangings… Not necessarily in that order…

I have collected lots of “stuff” over the years. Most of these are hung to high to reach now for me, so they are dust collectors.

Not having hubby around means I can’t get  things down from high places. Goodness knows what I can do. But at least this shows my eclectic tastes. I’m interested in a lot of things.

If I showed you the rest of my house you’d probably be horrified. But that’s the life of a crazy artist.

Winter sun

Sun glancing through the stairs window in January. I don’t have a window cleaner and the ivy is growing up and in the way and the glass ornaments on the windowsill. But I like the chaotic jumble of colour and shadow. I’m not very organised about anything anymore. By the time I’ve walked upstairs I’m ready to fall over. Dusting? I haven’t done that in a while. I need to get my act together. Anyway not much else to be said.

Tired wizard

Hubby is ill. Coughing and tired with this cold. He came downstairs for tea and then went to stand up and fainted! He’s OK but he’s hurt his knee by landing on an oil heater. He wouldn’t let me call an ambulance and he’s gone back upstairs with a walking stick. He’s like a tired old wizard, not happy, but not in the mood for TLC. Don’t know what to do. I’ll take him a drink and a sandwich in a bit. All I can do is help if I can.