Let it Snow Let it Snow Let it Snow

Ooooh for the first time since June (I jest) it was snowing this morning in the North East - only for 20 minutes but that was enough. Dark days before Christmas, little flakes of snow falling on a quiet land ...marvellous. Then back to reality with a bump, I am wrapped up for winter, office is warm as toast and I am sweating like a fat lass (apologies but that is a well known saying in Newcastle).

Yippeeeeeeee its nearly the weekend x

Can I do it??

At the moment you could easily platt the hair on this Pixies legs....can I do it? Can I wait until the Beautician (woman in black) has a spare five minutes to whip them off (hot wax) mmm ..my money is on the razor.

I can see it now - relaxing in a lovely hot bath, the aforementioned hair floating like wafts of seaweed amongst the bubbles - hand reaches out for the Palmolive and grabs the razor instead - and thats it in 2 seconds flat all my effort trying to grow the hairs on my legs long enough to get waxed and be hair free for hopefully at least 3 weeks gone - !!

Also whilst writing can I please complain about sniffers - and I don't want to be sexist here but its normally a man - this morning on the train into work I was surrounded ...it started with a sniff, then a bigger sniff and then a swallow - gross - what has happened to nice hankies, the one your Aunty always gave you with your initials on - ???????

Everyone needs a little...............

.................Booja-Booja

If you haven't yet tried this delectable delight then seek it out whilst stocks last!!!!

For those not in the "know" this is chocolate suitable for Vegans - DO NOT LET THAT PUT YOU OFF - it is only readily available at Easter and Christmas (and only in posh shops) but it is such a treat. I popped to Fenwicks today (reasonably posh shop in Newcastle) to buy coffee and came out with the following:-

A Newcastle United FC Advent Calendar
A box of After Eights
A large box of Booja Booja
A small advent calendar

and a pop up Christmas Card

A jar of Nescafe has therefore cost me £23.00

Bargain x

Chips Made by Elvis

I am a "game of two halves" husband went off to sea on Monday and I am having an Indian Head Massage on Saturday - why - cos I can. I also had cheese patty and chips last night from "Erics" (local chip shop that has wall to wall Elvis pictures all over the place, in fact I think Eric is Elvis) - why - cos I can. I slept in the middle of the bed last night - lush - I didn't do the dishes until this morning - marvellous.

Of course the euphoria only lasts about 8 to 9 days then I start to miss him - but I haven't reached that stage yet.

Apart from the excitement of the forthcoming head massage I also got my tash waxed last night. I think I reached the stage that you could platt it and put beads in it, it was that overgrown - I also asked her to do my chin by she refused (she being the lovely girl that comes to your house and inflicts torture for a fiver - bargain) - apparently if you start with that you soon become the bearded lady/pixie.

Mmmmmmmmm

Inside Out

Why am I wearing a jumper that deliberately looks like it is inside out, why do I buy skirts with no hem - threads of which could be considered a Health and Safety issue, why have I got a drawer full of pink, green and purple tights? All these questions were popping in and out of an empty head this morning, inbetween that and my efforts to see what the chap across from me was reading.

I obviously am bored.

To this end I am trying to kick start my creativity and have started working on the Artists Way Work Book. This means that every morning I have to complete "Morning Pages" i.e. as soon as I wake I have to empty my head onto these pages - this is to get rid of negativity....mm we shall see.

This mornings ramblings (and they are not supposed to make sense) were as follows:-

Car on a tightrope
Why did I have that curry last night
I am tired
I don't want to go to work

Think I have a long way to go with this x

Baby its cold outside...........

Menopausal Pixies need to leave windows wide open because Mother Nature likes a laugh, she likes to turn Pixies into burning embers in the middle of the night, she likes to create rivulets to trickle gently down your back, she likes to make you so restless that soon the average menopausal pixie turns into an Eygptian Mummy and becomes so entangled in the cotton sheets (it has to be cotton) that Houdini would have a problem.

Windows open in Summer good. Windows open in late Autumn bad. Mr Pixie has a problem.

His objection is that he has to crack the ice on his glass of water before drinking, he has to wear thermals and run the risk of the 10 year old hot water bottle eventually springing a leak.

Hey ho.

He is off to Trinidad tomorrow for 8 weeks - windows will be wide open - bring it on.

Frustrated Pixie

You know when you know you are right but the person you are arguing with thinks he is right and you are wrong uuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhhhhhhhh x

Just thought I would share the frustration. I hate proper work I really do - much prefer the pretendy kind, you know the kind that you can get up at 10.00 for, finish at 2.00, not bother some days, go shopping, have a nice lunch, go shopping again and get paid wads of cash for it.

Grandma Pixie always said - rather be an old mans darling than a young mans fool

Hale Grandma x

Sad Today

My photography enables me to meet all sorts of people and I seem to collect loads of friends on the way.

One particular girl whom I have photographed on many occasions came to me for an empowerment shoot. She had breast cancer 4 years ago and since then was having problems with coming to terms with the way she looked. This girl is a stunner but no matter how many people told her how good she looked the inner confidence was lacking.

We did loads of things, I have photographed her hugging a punch bag wearing only a G string, a white open shirt and killer heels, we have been to the beach and basically she just enjoys being in front of the camera. She has won me prizes.

Yesterday I was told the cancer has come back.

Sad Pixie today x

Decisions, Decisions ..................

Age is not just about wrinkles, expanding waistline, grey hair and losing teeth (I know I have an obsession here) no no - its about decisions.

Every year we had a loo brush, then we had a bushy loo brush, then heaven forbid we had a silver one, then for years we had real ones, then we went for artificial with limbs that had to be colour coded and now - NOW - it has come down to a 3ft affair with fibre optics. Of course gentle people I am talking about trees, of the Christmas variety.

Sense has fallen on the Pixie household and as this little Pixie will be spending Christmas alone (no sympathetic aaahs please as I quite enjoy it) it seemed prudent to go to the garden centre (which of course by this time of year is dripping with every tree imaginable under its roof) and chose a no fuss no climbing into loft no cutting of trunk with bread knife kind of tree.

So thats it, I have gone and done it and at the bargain price of £14.99 - marvellous. Downside is that I "tested" it last night and I really really want to put it up now - .............