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I go though phases of great activity, and thrive on it, then times when I can't think of anything to do - creative block. But ever since Mum first hung one of my drawings on the fridge door I've felt a compulsion to customise myself and my surroundings in whatever way I can. (I'm even exempt from my office's 'clear desk' policy because my boss finds my mountains of tacky crap amusing.) It's an itch which *needs* to be scratched (no sniggering there at the back, please!).
THE place on the Net to relieve that pleasant ache is the brilliant Get Crafty. Go on there, swap ideas, ask questions, get advice - there is nothing these girls don't know about - they're talking about lampshades and hairdos and contact lenses and favourite lyrics and tattoos. It's an inspiring place to go anytime, but especially when you've run out of crafty oopmh.
When I moved out my parents gave me various bits of spare furniture, including the little white melamine chest-of-drawers they had bought for the birth of my sister, twenty-two years previously. It lacked a certain something, so now its frame is covered in mirror tiles and its drawers are sticky-back-plastic-ed with magazine cuttings of shoes.
My back door has a bead curtain made of old charity shop necklaces fastened end-to-end (bought bead curtains are ten a penny in this town, dahling). Lately I fear I am becoming a tie-bleach 'n' sequins addict. Evenings find me crouched over a bowl of Domestos with whatever T-shirt I have recently tired of and a bunch of rubber bands...later to spend hours stitching sequins 'tastefully' over said 'madeover' garment. If I ever start dressing like Christina Aguilera you will say, wontcha?!
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