An update
I haven't been posting for yonks. So here's a quick update...
I'm too tired to get any work done. I've got this mental image of a mountain of paper work sitting in my IN tray. But here I am, writing on facebook. While playing with bubble wrap in between sentenses. BTW, Gabby absolutely hates bubble wrap. Terrified of every pop. It's weird.
So. Last night, I downloaded this software from the local IKEA homepage. It's a program to help people, like me, to visualise the room once all the IKEA stuff has gone in. Except, I don't know where to begin!
See, after downloading the program and starting it up, I stare at this blank "canvas" and asked myself "OK, now what?"
I measured the floor plan and keyed in the dimensions, put in the window spaces and door spaces. And then just stared at the choices of furniture.
I felt spastic. Probably because I rather pride myself of being creative. I'm capable of scripting fun lessons for work, but I'm drawing a blank for how I want my new home to look. It took me all of 10 seconds to get over it.
I've reasoned the whole thing away by believing I simply do not have the patience to sit and decorate. I'd rather pass the whole thing to a designer and say "here. impress me."
It's the same thing as how I love to "ooo" and "ahhh" at the brilliant scrapbooks my friends make. Just don't ask me to make one myself. I'll gladly help buy all the materials and then pay someone to make it for me.
I think I've just discovered the reason behind my reluctance to commit to my dream of baking for a living. Baking and decorating that cupcake for sale is bloody hard work. I tried it once. Had a bake sale in church. Almost died!
Well, I've wasted enough time rambling. Better sleep so I can convince myself to be productive in the morning.
I'm too tired to get any work done. I've got this mental image of a mountain of paper work sitting in my IN tray. But here I am, writing on facebook. While playing with bubble wrap in between sentenses. BTW, Gabby absolutely hates bubble wrap. Terrified of every pop. It's weird.
So. Last night, I downloaded this software from the local IKEA homepage. It's a program to help people, like me, to visualise the room once all the IKEA stuff has gone in. Except, I don't know where to begin!
See, after downloading the program and starting it up, I stare at this blank "canvas" and asked myself "OK, now what?"
I measured the floor plan and keyed in the dimensions, put in the window spaces and door spaces. And then just stared at the choices of furniture.
I felt spastic. Probably because I rather pride myself of being creative. I'm capable of scripting fun lessons for work, but I'm drawing a blank for how I want my new home to look. It took me all of 10 seconds to get over it.
I've reasoned the whole thing away by believing I simply do not have the patience to sit and decorate. I'd rather pass the whole thing to a designer and say "here. impress me."
It's the same thing as how I love to "ooo" and "ahhh" at the brilliant scrapbooks my friends make. Just don't ask me to make one myself. I'll gladly help buy all the materials and then pay someone to make it for me.
I think I've just discovered the reason behind my reluctance to commit to my dream of baking for a living. Baking and decorating that cupcake for sale is bloody hard work. I tried it once. Had a bake sale in church. Almost died!
Well, I've wasted enough time rambling. Better sleep so I can convince myself to be productive in the morning.