Spending Out

I’ve been inspired by Gretchen Rubin of The Happiness Project to start looking for ways to make myself happier. I started off with a resolutions chart for July but about half way through stopped checking things off. Now I think on it, that’s probably about the time the boy skipped countries.. Anyways, I’ll be getting back on the resolution chart-horse soonish. 

Even without the chart I have definitely learned some lessons from reading the book and following Gretchen’s blog. Today I spent out to make myself happy, I FINALLY bought a camera charger because I lost mine way back in January. 

I love taking photos. I’m not very good at it. Roughly half of them have a finger in or are blurry, or everyone looks demonic with red eyes (I’m not convinced that this is my fault). I always put my photos up on Facebook too which my friends hate. I honestly think that all the photos I put up are good ones! Granted I don’t tend to wear my glasses when making selections, but I’d never deliberately put up a bad photo of a friend! I may also be biased because I honestly do believe all my friends are beautiful. I don't know if it's because they're awesome or because I've developed a subconscious knack for surrounding myself with beautiful people, but there you go.  

I digress. I love taking photos. I’m absolutely, positively 100% trigger happy. I love being in photos too. I almost always think I look awful, but I love the moment before the shutter flickers. It's a little bit like magic. Everyone pauses, smiles, poses, tries to hide doublie chins and guts, lengthens the neck, tilts to the side, or whatever their routine, and then 'click', the moment is captured. Candid shots are even better of course, but in this modern age of digital cameras most of these seem to get deleted when people ask to look through your photos. *shakes fist* And then there are those great moments when you’ve accidentally got it on video and there’s a minute long clip of your friends posing with cheesy grins, you saying “Hold on it’s not working” and pointing it at your feet, your face, the sky, your friends again for a while and then “Oh! Its…. (on video sorry everyone!” is cut off. As is the communal groan. I do so love communal groans. Bring us closer as human beings I think).  But the point of this is: PHOTOS. I LOVE THEM. And because I’ve baulked at paying for a charger I’ve spent the last 7 months photoless. It’s been quite distressing really. But now I can capture all of my memories as they happen! And share this: 

It's a finger puppet! Made of cat fur! 

My friend gave me this great book (I hope as a joke) for my birthday: 

The only reasonable thing to do for her birthday, then, was to make her something from it. I chose the finger puppet because it seemed the simplest project. I don't even live with a cat! My dad had to brush our cats and mail me the fur!! I think it's safe to say I am well on my way to crazy cat lady. And while I will always be of the opinion that crafting with cat fur is a tad creepy, the things in this book are just adorable and I highly recommend it to all!!