It hurts

I have been for sometime had a large file of historical medical interventions on my body.The file I say would make a very good door stop or even be of great use when pressing flowers.I have accepted all the problems that have arisen and faced them head on .But of late the pain has been just to much for even the smiler in me to deal with .I may from time to time put on a brave face and tried hard not to show just how much pain I am in .I told myself it was for other peoples benefit more than my own, they were used to seeing the brightly coloured bubbly smiley Tez wheeling around the town.Always laughing and joking and often trying to keep going so that others with problems would feel better if I could make them smile or laugh.I have been told that my outgoing brighlty coloured hair and sense of dress often makes them smile and then makes them feel happier .I like that feeling of making others smile but behind it all I am trying so hard not to just burst into tears and reveal all the pain that is being hidden.
This week I realised that I had to stop being the clown and using it as wall and stop being the stubborn mule.I can still be the smiler but I have to admit when enough is enough.I visited my doctor he has given me new painkillers to try ,fingers crossed they do not leave me in a commatosed state of vegitation like so many have before or make me sick like so many listed before.But at least he has put me forward for an xray to see what now is happening to an already surgically traumatised hip joint.
I have a body full of scars and cuts from years of surgeons taking a stab at me .I am already feeling like I am not quite in the room .Here in body but possibly not in other way.I have now got 7 tablets to take a day some to stop me being sick or upsetting my stomach some to cope with the serotonin levels in my brain from dipping like a scary rollercoaster and painkillers well as they are aptly named haha for the pain.I feel If I could jump I could pretend to be a maraca or childs shaker toy.But hey what else is their you can do .I hate drugs and I hate the side effects or the effects long term use will do to me but eventually their comes a time when you just have to bite the bullet and take the so easily offered prescription drugs.who knows what the effects will be this time.I have never been good with drugs my stomach seems to have a strong will when it comes to them.It never seems to be able to cope with many prescribed drugs but I am damned sure at 37 I will not be reduced to living with buckets and commodes in my house .I no way can have the man I love exsposed to such as horrible experience .I would rather just get on with the pain and try to not over do it .But this time the drugs may work and leave me with no huge side effects.Mind you saying that Im feeling I should go take a lie down.Lets just hope that they cause a little drowsiness and nothing more .Oh well could be worse TXX

My painted shelves

The items that sit on my newly painted shelving unit are mine all mine ,I get so much joy from them , they are my treasures.My treasures are often items that have been given away or have parted from their origional owners.My most favourite items are  tea cups.I love my tea cups ,the teasets and jugs I think mainly kitchenalia.

I'm not sure why I get so excited over a single tea cup in the charity shop window .I don't use them to drink tea I don't even like tea .I drink the odd flavoured one oh and am rather parshall to an earl grey.But I am mainly a coffee girl.Maybe it is just my love of vintage items that makes me drawn towards them .I have my nans tea set that she had packed away in a box in her pantry .It is dark pink and the plates remind me of the old bakewell cakes with the white and brown icing we had as kids at her's.Anyway I do have other items on the newly painted shelf that is all mine.Eg cakestands ,old plates ,some ornaments and odds and ends.One of the cakestands was my nans and also a pale little marmalade jar .I think maybe it is a time and a era from which I would possibly have preferred to be .Or even could be just cause they were my nans and am holding onto fond memeories of that time  .Who knows what is going on in my head all I know is those items and my newly painted shelves make me smile Tx

my homemade recycled home

My fun recycled zoo animal heads .Bernard my pimped resin moose head gave me this idea .You will meet him soon in my blog.

 

  

Inbetween caring for my kids and my stitching I love nothing more than adding to my homemade home.I love recycling stuff to make something interesting and something you could not buy in the shops and from the picture above Im thinking your saying And I can see why you would not be able to buy that in the shops haha.I do tend to come up with ideas that people would often screw their face up when I try to explain to them what I am creating.But I love my pieces and they just suit my home down to the ground.

I have loads of these

Bernard my lush pimped resin moose head .Pride of place on the fireplace showing my vintage wall paper of in style.

Tattoo decoupaged coffe table and yes that is Hugo my Dog .Keith the other one may crop up in some of my pics as they like to always get in on the act .

My christmas bauble chandler .Looks so lovely when the light is switched on.

We have painted and refurbished furniture in the past and created some fab bits to adorn my rooms.And created furnioture that you would not find or if you could would cost me an arm and a leg .I have created cakestands form teacups and bowls.Ornamental cupckes from spare diy foams and sealants .That was really good fun .Oh and Bernard My most wonderfull pimped resin moose head.I love him to pieces .I have enjoyed making my silver draw cutlery chandler which hangs in my living room.The christmas bauble chandler that is in my dining room.I just have so many ideas and I keep them all for me haha .My house is rather eclectic and full of colour ,nothing matches it all clashes and I love it .My house is cheerfull and yes possibly a tad tacky but It might not be to everyones taste but everyones smiles when they come in .I find the conversation drifts as they clock yet another item that takes them back.My tatto decoupaged chair and coffee table is one of my favs and so durable haha .The kids use it for everything .

These are just a few of the many fun items that adorn the walls and rooms of my house .And I still have many ideas ramraiding my brain on a daily basis .Maybe one day I will stop and become a litle more quieter in my taste of decor .But it is unlikely haha .

my fine weather craft room

I love how on fine weather days I can sit in the serene peace of my extended craft room.They say that your garden can be made into an extension of your house and my partner has surely made this come true .I can sit and watch the birds and the dragonflies whilst relaxing and crafting away in my little piece of serenity.My house maybe located in the busy town and next to main roads but it seems as though we are in our own little quiet corner.I sometimes hear fire engines ,police cars and the people vacating form the pub up the road .But It seems to be so far away in the background.The chaffinches that have made a nest in the buddleia on the roof next door chatter away and drown out the sound of speeding cars along the road.The dogs lay bathing in the sun rays on the decking .The only sounds around are that of nature,the sound of the pond pump trickling and  the noisy blackbird that torments the dogs next door with it's cheeky antics give me a little giggle.What more in life could I possibly ask for .

Finding .

I never seem to run out of images to stitch. In the past it has been classic pen and ink images such as Alice in Wonderland and now I have entered the music themed images.I seem to still get excited about that new piece I'm about to set to work on .At the moment Im experimenting with photo images of children and portraits .I must admit not my favourite of themes but never the less still interesting.I have mostly enjoyed the pen and ink work I feel whilst working on these pieces I fully got to grips with what I was good at and finally after years of crafting and painting I had finally found my niche.I now find myself ingrossed in stitching and never feeling happier .www.bettysdelights.co.uk