A damp squib
I have been bad – it’s been a week since I updated you. It has been all go here at Rosie headquarters. Let me brief you on what I have achieved over the past week; I have been to see a film or two, worked two days in an office for a client, worked in the studio for other clients, been to a ceilidh, celebrated two birthdays (not my own, of course) attended a barbeque, won a magazine in an online competition, sold several items from my online shop, restored my computer to factory settings (unintentionally) and received notification my zine is selling well from ‘pushpin’. It has been one of those weeks.
To expand on portions of that list, I have been absent from my computer mainly due to reasons outwith my control, mainly the two days this week that I worked for a Glasgow company, based on the outskirts – some might even class it as outside Glasgow. I was expected in the office at about 7:30am. Having no car, I caught a lift with an employee, at 7:05. To reach his car at Charing Cross I had to be awake for 6am. I was not best pleased about this given that it is at least two whole hours before I would usually rise (if not a little more). Hence, the days were long – or so they felt to me – and I felt weary upon returning home. Despite this, I stayed awake until around 1am on the evening before the second day, rendering me a wreck by 5pm the following day. I retired to my bed before 9pm, unable to perform even menial tasks without almost drifting into unconsciousness. This was bolstered by me expertly reinstalling an operating system on my computer which prevented me adding a new post here and lost many of my most precious programs. It was a disaster. Thankfully I am almost back to normal. When I consulted a couple of friends about it, they listened to my account of the problem and exclaimed “OH NO! You surely didn’t do that!?” If only I had asked them their advice beforehand. I hoped to independently solve a single computer issue, but I was mistaken if I thought I could do it without mishap. What I did was the equivalent of washing the windows, leaving them completely clean and then smashing one. One problem solved and another one created.
As the realisation dawned that I was having a computer error, I reached into the wardrobe for clothing and managed to wedge a splinter of wood right up the underneath of my fingernail. Trapped between my nail and the flesh beneath (which, I might add, was extremely painful) the splinter was visible through the nail and took me over twenty minutes to remove with a needle and some tweezers. Yet another ordeal to contend with. Luckily, aside from more summer rain (as you can see here) my week was peppered with pleasant things too. A rare sunny afternoon in a park, baking sets of cookies for friend’s birthdays and attendance at a very sweaty ceilidh. I have chosen to share no photographs of this event due to the scale of the sweating that was experienced by all attendees. Unfortunately, having chosen a silk dress for the occasion, I was decorated in two different tones of fabric by the end of the night – a massive oversight. An unsightly oversight. It was so hot and humid in the ballroom of Sloan’s that people huddled not around a roaring fire (as one might anticipate with recent weather) but around large cooling fans in the corners of the room. Even when not dancing wildly to a reel, stripping the willow or dashing white sergeant, every person was overheating and water was provided at the bar, jug upon jug. I have been to many a sweaty ceilidh, but this one topped the lot. If I ever go again (which is unlikely) I may revert to a swimwear situation, or go on a night in the deep midwinter to warm up.
That sums up my week, just about – except one thing I forgot to tell you all about (unless you happen to check the rest of my site regularly) is that the Mackintache site is finally underway. If you recall, I was stitching and gluing like a dervish a couple of weeks ago (see related post) and shortly after, Ying assisted me in getting something uploaded to the site. Now all the tourists that buy the Mackintaches as souvenirs from the Glasgow School of Art shop can enjoy a new drawing by myself and some further online silliness, courtesy of Mackintache.co.uk. Hope you enjoy having a little look.
– Today Rosie is drawing, tidying, cleaning and badmintonning in Glasgow, Scotland –
It wasn’t Windows that you smashed, but OS X.
Arf.