Ridiculous Even for me!

I am trying to be good, I really am - the credit crunch supposedly has hit the Pixie household but this little baby hasn't quite got the hang of it. As we speak I have a 1950's converted theatre light on an antique tripod stuffed into a Waitrose bag (the light not the tripod) - the bag is in front of me as I type and the light is nestled between a pack of stuffed peppers and a box of Kellogs Crunchy Nut.

The story is once I get something I have to either wear it like now, spray it right now or in this particular case plug it in right now.

Now for those of you who are unfamiliar to the Newcastle Metro System I have to get on at St James (home of the "Toon") and at best there are some dodgy characters at worst we are playing Tottenham - I digress - anyway getting this light home is going to be no easy task.

The ridiculous thing is it cost £450, came in a huge box and was swaddled with oodles of bubble wrap - and what do I go and do!

Hey man Pixie has lost the plot xx

The Pix is Back

Well you cannot open a Gallery, go shopping, eat loads of kit kats and do a blog at the same time now can you?????

Am back at what is called "proper" work today although I am "being allowed" a 2 hour break to man the shop in the middle of the day. Was there all week last week and its my first experience of the general public and have come to the conclusion that they are not normal.

Fame at last - I was on Radio Newcastle Drive Time - live - I mean how dangerous was that putting me on live radio - what an experience. So really the diet was not required as BBC TV have yet to call!

Have had a fab response though - and from other photographers so its been exciting times, mixed with all the usual drama that comes in the life of Pixie - and to top it all its blizzard conditions here in the Toon - and Maxxo - what was the score on Saturday then Pet?

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.

Belligerent Bunny

You know when you are just driving along in the Pixie Mobile to B & Q and half way down the dual carriageway you spy a cute wee bunny which certainly had the potential to change the day.

Mr Pixie was definitely in save the bunny mode as we did an emergency stop, reversed and carefully sneaked up on Mr Rabbit who was busy just being a rabbit on a grass verge. Obviously an escapee and not your common or garden grey bunny, this one was a cut above the rest (in fact I am sure I had a coat of that colour in the 70's but we will not go there).

So I sat there in awe thinking 2 seconds ago we were about to go and buy wood filler now the possibility of buying a hutch instead was defintely on the cards. Problems 1 and 2 I have two Jack Russells who just adore rabbits.

My mood deteriorated quickly....if we were not in the market for hutch buying then we would have to be responsible for re-homing, veting all potential parents, feeding, watering, schooling etc etc. Oh God why did I have to open my mouth and shout "ooh look at the rabbit".

Steathily Mr Pixie crept up on our little friend whilst at the same time was rubbing his thumb and forefinger together (no idead why) maybe he knows more about rabbits than me.

The rabbit stood up in a rabbit way, looked at him and must have thought not on your life pal, I have just escaped from Colditz and I'm off.....and he hopped off into the sunset very quickly.

There is a God.