I really didn't realise
how difficult it was
to start using my imagination again after years of having to go with the flow.
Getting back to free thinking is a lot more tricky than I expected.
Basically,
I thought that it was just an on/off switch & would come easy. How wrong can you be?
My ideas for the artwork are great ...
in my head ...
but getting them down as art is a different thing altogether.
I'm here, to a point
but I need to focus ...
& get my confidence back to the full ...
kiki mitt kat
Blimey!...Look what lovely surprises are waiting for me!
Thursday, 28 June 2012
Monday, 23 April 2012
Grand national - bloody disgrace!
I love horses. Would loved to have owned one. One day I will.
Closest I ever got to having one of my own so far was the rocking horse I was given when I was five and the gymkhanas we held in the street with our very own space hoppers.
Horses are beautiful, graceful creatures.
I find it very difficult to stomach this particular annual 'event'.
Yes, horses love to race but what kind of sadists want to put them through such a gruelling, lethal, shameful show....
I've edited this quite a bit as the original would have got myself banned off my own blog
&
I've left it this long to write this as I find the whole spectacle disgusting.
I wish this race was stopped ....the sooner, the better!!
Closest I ever got to having one of my own so far was the rocking horse I was given when I was five and the gymkhanas we held in the street with our very own space hoppers.
Horses are beautiful, graceful creatures.
I find it very difficult to stomach this particular annual 'event'.
Yes, horses love to race but what kind of sadists want to put them through such a gruelling, lethal, shameful show....
I've edited this quite a bit as the original would have got myself banned off my own blog
&
I've left it this long to write this as I find the whole spectacle disgusting.
I wish this race was stopped ....the sooner, the better!!
Wednesday, 14 March 2012
Memories
It's been a strange day.
One minute I was going about my business... and the next I was missing my dad terribly.
14th March would have been his birthday - I miss our traditional visit to the Royal Oak in Chorlton, having a few jars and the taxi journey which would (or would not) get him home depending on whether or not he wanted to pay a visit to the Polish club (that was) in Whalley Range.
He even managed to get himself evicted once from a taxi for misbehaving ....
He would have been 92 today.
Happy Birthday Tata - I miss you
Twoje dziecko Krysia xxx
One minute I was going about my business... and the next I was missing my dad terribly.
14th March would have been his birthday - I miss our traditional visit to the Royal Oak in Chorlton, having a few jars and the taxi journey which would (or would not) get him home depending on whether or not he wanted to pay a visit to the Polish club (that was) in Whalley Range.
He even managed to get himself evicted once from a taxi for misbehaving ....
He would have been 92 today.
Happy Birthday Tata - I miss you
Twoje dziecko Krysia xxx
Wednesday, 29 February 2012
RIP Davy Jones
There are times when we are not completely surprised when someone famous passes away.
Tonight, when I heard that Davy Jones had died, I felt numb and that a part of my childhood had died too.
I remember, when I was in my early teens, he came back to visit his hometown of Manchester. This was reported in the local paper - the Manchester Evening News. I was so excited that he was this close that I decided to take action to meet him.
I had a lot of guts back then and remember calling up the newspaper so that I could speak to the journalist who had written the story - I used up all my change at the red telephone box near my house to get through to the news desk.
But I managed it!
Only to find out that I had just missed the man of my dreams - Davy Jones had gone back to the States.
Total devastation!
The journalist offered to forward any letter if I wanted to send it via himself.
I wrote and wished and hoped.
I couldn't believe it when a short time later a hand written envelope was posted through the door.
Inside was a picture of Davy Jones himself - A black and white photograph of him riding a horse through a wooded park and smiling at the camera.
On the front of it he had signed it in blue/black ink.
'To Krysia,
With love,
David Jones'
I was made up!
I was one of a million spotty, infatuated kids who had a crush on the cute chap in a band
but he cared enough to bother.
It's a sad, sad day today :-(
Tonight, when I heard that Davy Jones had died, I felt numb and that a part of my childhood had died too.
I remember, when I was in my early teens, he came back to visit his hometown of Manchester. This was reported in the local paper - the Manchester Evening News. I was so excited that he was this close that I decided to take action to meet him.
I had a lot of guts back then and remember calling up the newspaper so that I could speak to the journalist who had written the story - I used up all my change at the red telephone box near my house to get through to the news desk.
But I managed it!
Only to find out that I had just missed the man of my dreams - Davy Jones had gone back to the States.
Total devastation!
The journalist offered to forward any letter if I wanted to send it via himself.
I wrote and wished and hoped.
I couldn't believe it when a short time later a hand written envelope was posted through the door.
Inside was a picture of Davy Jones himself - A black and white photograph of him riding a horse through a wooded park and smiling at the camera.
On the front of it he had signed it in blue/black ink.
'To Krysia,
With love,
David Jones'
I was made up!
I was one of a million spotty, infatuated kids who had a crush on the cute chap in a band
but he cared enough to bother.
It's a sad, sad day today :-(
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Write in order
It's been a while but it hasn't all be a waste of time.
I have been thinking
and planning.
In fact I've been doing so much thinking and planning that I got myself into a write (get it?) tizz.
It got to the point where I didn't know which way I was going.
The thing is, that there is more than one subject that I am interested.
However,
those of you who may be interested in Holistic therapy, won't give a hoot whether or not I defeat the evil entity that has taken over the world, forcing us to survive on macaroni cheese and pencil shavings - especially if it is in my own pc.
I have therefore had to defrag my head and get my scribble files in order.
This I have managed to do and am starting with this blog. As an online note pad/planner/diary/offload-things-that-really-grate, I'll go on and keep all up to date with other projects that I have lined up.
I would like to say a massive THANK YOU to a lovely lady I have never met called Angela Booth who has helped me organise me organise my writing day.
Onwards and upwards... Got lots to do now.
Will keep you posted
Hugz
K
I have been thinking
and planning.
In fact I've been doing so much thinking and planning that I got myself into a write (get it?) tizz.
It got to the point where I didn't know which way I was going.
The thing is, that there is more than one subject that I am interested.
However,
those of you who may be interested in Holistic therapy, won't give a hoot whether or not I defeat the evil entity that has taken over the world, forcing us to survive on macaroni cheese and pencil shavings - especially if it is in my own pc.
I have therefore had to defrag my head and get my scribble files in order.
This I have managed to do and am starting with this blog. As an online note pad/planner/diary/offload-things-that-really-grate, I'll go on and keep all up to date with other projects that I have lined up.
I would like to say a massive THANK YOU to a lovely lady I have never met called Angela Booth who has helped me organise me organise my writing day.
Onwards and upwards... Got lots to do now.
Will keep you posted
Hugz
K
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