So, who doesn’t like chocolate? Any excuses to indulge in Ferrero Rochers are fine by me! Oh, look at those fab bangles (often on-a-whim purchased from Bees in Green Street), hmm, where to store them so they are easy to see, easy to access, and a sparkly pick-me-up. (Yes, I am a magpie) The answer to that (the storage issue, not the one regarding obsession with sparklies), may be a spot of upcycling. Hmmm, anything, oh yes, my trusty Feffero Rocher box.
As you can see, Ferrero Rocher boxes are extremely useful things. If you have stacks of bangles (2.8 sizing seems to work best) they look rather awesome in their own see-through box. Hmm, other uses… let’s see. Oh, a collection of everyday pearls. Or, a little display for a lovely nail polish collection. Any sort of colour pop required can be contained in this little box of awesome.
(The nail polishes as seen are by a little Canadian company called Tuesday-In-Love. I may review these at some point).
- Sidenote –
I have binge-spent on a lot of books lately. To counter this, I have signed up for my local library again, but as I was browsing their catalogue I found nothing in my local library. Everything has to be ordered in. I initially stopped going to our local library years ago because I gave myself one of those horrid psychological associations things. Every time I step in that library, I get cramps. Why? I don’t know. I just can’t walk out of that library door without a severe case of tummy holding. This pain? Only at my local library. All is not lost as other librarys and general gatherings of books fill me with bubbles and sunshine.
Okay, back onto topic of buying books. Yes, I overspent, and then having done so, I (in)conveniently found an active Waterstones’ gift card with money on it. Whoever this Murphy is, we need words.
So, basking in the glow (did I use that phrase correctly?) of having discovered moneys dedicated only to a bookshop, I rushed into Waterstones. I came back deflated. Yep. Pop. Pop. Pop. I found books, MANY BOOKS, but nothing that spoke to me. Nothing. I escaped from the shop, and tried to flee from that terrible man outside who kept trying to attack various poor unsuspecting people with his flyers.
I tell myself: ignore them. Ignore the people. You can do it!
As I rushed out, his voice rang out, “Can I speak to you?” (or something like that). Squeaking a “no, thank you,” I exited the scene.
I blame him. Throughout my trip to in the bookshop, the inane babbling of a pushy salesman ruined my experience.
Enough, I tell myself. Don’t go looking to spend money just because it’s there. Have patience. Read all those books that you have purchased first. Which to read? I am keen to finish Heart’s Blood (Juliet Marillier), but so far I have not gotten into that no-I-must-not-sleep-for-this-book-is-too-good reading state whenever I pick it up. So now I must decide, or better, crack open Bittergreen (Kate Forsyth) or Enchanted (Alethea Kontis).
And maybe, read something.