Sunday, 12 February 2012

When the Joke Isn't Funny

So, normally I try and add a little humour to my blog but this morning I've got my serious face on so bear with me. I heard the news last night that Whitney Houston had passed away at the age of 48. My first thought was how sad it was that such a beautiful talented woman had gone way before her time. I was about to log in to facebook and then I stopped myself because what I really did not want to see was a bunch of people taking a persons death and using it to make tasteless jokes. It happened with Michael Jackson and Amy Winehouse and maybe I'm being over sensitive but I just didn't find it funny. I've lost people I cared about and if someone had walked up to me at their funerals and made crude jokes about the bad choices they'd made in their lives, I'm pretty sure I'd punch them in the face, and I'm equally sure that most people would think my actions were justified.

How did we, as a society, get so cynical and insensitive, that we think this behaviour is ok? I certainly agree that we need humour in the world but for me these kind of jokes can go and sit in the corner with racist jokes because if the only thing that makes you laugh is other peoples misery, tragedy and persecution then maybe it's time to take a look at yourself. I did. Because yes, I had stood and politely smiled while people spouted racism thinly veiled behind a "joke". I didn't guffaw and reply to text jokes I received or "lol" underneath facebook comments but I didn't say anything either and every time it happened I felt a little bit guilty for doing nothing. Recently, however, I've tried to be a little more pro active in my distaste for this behaviour. I've removed those people from my facebook friends and politely but firmly replied to texts of this nature to say that I don't find them funny and I don't want to receive them. It's a baby step I know. Kind of lame when I read it back. It isn't going to make any big changes but maybe it might make one person think and at least I feel like less of a fraud. Plus, I did a blog.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

A new year and a new desire to blog

I blog about once every six months with some inane crap about how much I want to blog. I'm kind of hoping this isn't another installment of that, although, the part of me that has been saying every year for the last 17 years, that this is the year I'll get my driving license, suspects it probably is the case.

Having said that, over Christmas I was really ill. I had exhaustion, which turned in to flu, which turned in to what may have been pneumonia. Anywho, the upshot of this was that for almost 4 weeks I was a quivering wreck who couldn't walk the length of myself without getting out of breath. It gave me a lot of time to think about life and face up to the fact that I'm not a robot and I can't survive on only 3 hours of sleep every night. This year whilst focusing on growing my business I also want to make sure to make time for myself. All work and no play makes Clare so ill she can't move.

It's true that perhaps I'm not quite as funny and interesting as I'd like but holy cow I've read some dull blogs and I'm sure I can do better than that. Plus, I got to thinking that being a self employed fashion designer is fairly exciting and if nothing else I can share my latest projects.

I might be back soon. I might not......

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

Blogging is the answer to all my problems. Obviously.

Ok, I just re-read my last blog post which was basically just stating my desire to blog more which is a tad disheartening because I came to write a blog post today about having no idea what I should blog about. I'm sensing a lack of direction in myself thats for sure.

I honestly don't read that many people's blogs. I read these ones , because they are awesome and colourful craft types and I read this one because this lady is amazing and cracks me up every time . The problem is that reading these blogs make me feel like my life is dull and boring and who the hell is gonna want to read anything that I have to say. Then I remember that this blog is only supposed to be for me anyway. THEN I start to think that if I get in to writing a blog maybe I will do more interesting things because I want to write about more interesting things and that leads me to the heady conclusion that blogging is going to make my life better and more fulfilling. Awesome.

Thursday, 7 July 2011

That blogging itch

Eight months since my last blog. That really is an all time blogging low even for me I think. That being said, however, I do seem to have gotten the itch again. No definitive subject matter at the moment but I do have a few ideas in the works so who knows, perhaps I'll even blog again before Christmas!

(Yes that's right people, I have just written a blog about feeling the desire to blog again)

Monday, 8 November 2010

Use your discretion surely!

Yes thats right folks, its been just two days since my last blog post and I'm back already. This time for a right good rant. I just popped to the local shops to pick up a few things (thread, ribbon and some light bulbs incase anyone cares). I nipped into the Tesco's local to get the bulbs but I don't really like going in there because the security guard has delusions of grandeur. I suspect he's watched too many episodes of T J Hooker or Poirot and he takes one look at my dreads and tattoos and then proceeds to follow me round the store. He's a short asian guy with a shaved head and an obvious Napolean complex. Frankly if we're going to judge on appearances he looks far shadier than me.

Anyway, as I stood deliberating over wattage a little old lady walked past me with her raincoat on and doesn't he come up to her and ask her to take her hood down. I mean REALLY??? Ok I get it if a group of teenage lads come in, hands shoved in pockets smelling of shandy, but a little old lady?? She was deeply offended and wandered off muttering about how she'd never stolen anything in her life and I don't blame her. I kinda hope she decided to rebel and pocketed a chocolate santa on her way out of the store.

Now I'm sure that Tesco would defend their employees actions with some waffle about security but I think they need to employ people with enough braincells to use some kind of discretion. I also find myself wandering if he would have asked someone wearing a bhurka to remove that. I highly doubt it and then I hover over the delete key for even typing it because that isn't me being racist. I don't agree with the bhurka at all but we'll save that for a day when I'm blogging about atheism and feminism. But it's my frikkin blog and the question is there so I'm voicing it. And if he wouldn't, if he could use his discretion in that instance then why not use it here, or, alternatively is this mini Hitler also going around chasing Muslim women out of Tesco's?

That being said I now recall the story of another branch of Tesco's in my fair city where a woman was asked for ID whilst buying a quiche. Nuff said!

Saturday, 6 November 2010

So maybe this is just for me

Ok so I officially suck at blogging. I originally started a blog because I have an internet business and I guess I liked the idea of using it as a promotional tool. You know - buy clothes from me and you too can have an awesome and glamourous life like mine. The problem with that idea is that really my life isn't that awesome. It certainly isn't glamourous and whilst I was tempted to pretend that I wander round my amazing workroom all dolled up, drinking cocktails and making party frocks, that just couldn't be further from the truth, and I hate bull shitters. Usually my workroom looks like something exploded in it, I'm wandering round in my comfy pyjamas and I'm pouring as much diet coke into my face as I can in order to stay awake, while I attempt to finish the ridiculous and unrealistic list of tasks I've set myself and periodically have to phone my best friend Tara for pep talks when I'm convinced that it will all go to hell and I'll have to go and work in a supermarket. Insecure and disorganised describe me far better than glamourous and awesome!!

The other day, however, it occurred to me that probably nobody reads this anyway so surely rather than use it as a promotional tool it would be much more useful to use it as a forum to vent and discuss my own problems with myself. Sure the chances are I'm going to mention on twitter that I blogged but the only time people tend to comment on any of my blogs (or read them for that matter) is if I've promoted their crafts so essentially this is the equivalent of going somewhere where there are no people and screaming as loud as I can. I've always found writing down your frustrations is a good way to relieve the stress of them so that is what I'm going to do. As and when I need to. No pressure now to amuse other people or promote a false image. What a relief.

Today is all about getting my shit together. Christmas is looming and being self employed at this time of year is terrifying. If I'm not worrying about how I will be able to afford the mountain of presents my 8 year wants then I'm stressing about how awful my sales will be in January. Essentially, my life at the minute moves from one money worry to the next. I've needed to visit the dentist for over 3 months and the only pair of jeans I have are a paint covered hand me down pair. It's pretty tragic but there is always a bill to pay, food cupboards to fill, money that needs to be handed in at the school, someones birthday. It's depressing to work a 14 hour day (I frequently do this) and have nothing to show for it personally. I know I'm not the only one in this boat but that isn't that comforting. Also since moving in with my partner, although he puts more money into our joint account in real terms, proportionally I put in pretty much everything I make while he puts in about 70% and has a fair amount of free money each month. That being said the highlight of today will be that he is going to buy us a dryer. Woooooo. This means I can finally wash the piles of clothes I haven't been able to wash for weeks because I can't get them dry. Oh wait, that just means on top of everything else I have to do this weekend I also get to do 15 loads of washing!! Pah, and I said my life wasn't glamourous!

So anyway, where was I? Yeah, that's right. Getting my shit together. I have a whole heap of orders to get out and photos to take and some stuff to list and I need to start making and listing my Christmas stuff because this month I need to basically make two months worth of money. Its 8am and I'm hoping by 12 to have a few parcels out and some necklaces poured and to at least have sat down at the sewing machine and started ploughing into the mountain of work (I kind of have sewers block at the minute). I could go on here for another hour. I could easily moan about customers who drive me nuts with the crummy way some of them speak to me or whine about how my partner never cleans the litter box but instead I'm gonna get off my arse and make things a bit better. I am. I swears. See you soon (or not)

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

The Big Pantathon

Well, it's been over two months since my last blog so I decided I had better pull my finger out. I'm starting back on the ol blogging trail with a pantathon!! This is a little bit like a marathon but actually involves me making as many pairs of panties (or knickers if you're here in the UK) as I can in one sitting. Why?? I hear you cry. Er, well no reason really. My shop is looking a little empty and I like making underwear. Plus I find that even when I'm not very well off, buying a new pair of undies can really cheer me up and doesn't break the bank.

I thought while I was at it I'd have a little look on Etsy and see what undies the talented folks had to offer. Personally I'm not a big fan of the thong. Even if I loved my butt, which I dont, I still wouldn't wear one. They're just bloody horrible. I've heard woman saying they find them really comfortable but I'm convinced that's just a front and really they desperate to appear through and through sexy and are round the corner fishing them out of their arses just like the rest of us when no one is looking. With that in mind the first pair that caught my eye were these. They're proper knickers and big floral prints are all the rage at the minute you know!!

Next to catch my eye were these bad boys. I'm a big cat lover. I'm avoiding any obvious puns. Save it for the one you love!!!
And these are just frikkin too cool, not to mention in one of my favourite colours.

Clicking on any of the pictures will take you directly to the listing. I'm not getting commissions here but I obviously support buying handmade. Anyway, less chatting and more sewing. I will check in later with a panty progress report!!