arteries of the heart

It rains again, she moaned. How am I ever going to get home?

The perpetual need for an umbrella to protect her from the elements. Splashing your best pair of heels into puddles is not fun when you are actually old enough to wear heels. Dancing in the rain is an illusion created by songs of dreamers not yet hardened by heartache. The drenched-wet look had never completely caught on with the fashionista faction, preferring the blow dried pneumonia-free style.

The pitter patter of the rain resonated with the conversations in her head.It drips,it plops in an awfully slow way, contently awaiting for the big storm. The whisperings in her head persuading her to stay and go at the same time, with equally baffling arguments from the devil perching on her right shoulder and the angel on the left. Go home,you know you want to, whispered angel. But you will get wet and probably sick from walking in the rain.Stay here where its dry and comforting,argued the little devil.

The deceptive sunshine that peeks through the clouds presents a hope that the rain will be stopping soon somewhere over the horizons.Somehow she is jaded by the knowledge and experience that a deception is what it is,nothing else. The sun should just completely dissapear, bringing the world with it,she secretly complained.What is the use of the sun if it continues drowning in the overwhemingly grey rain-producing cumulus?

When will this ever stop, when will summer ever grace us with its glorious beams? Her head continues to spin at a dizzying speed, as the rain picks up outside the stained glass looking down on the little-travelled highway. She wants to hitch a ride, steal a car,ride a bicycle, anything to get on the road. A tuk-tuk with an umbrella,maybe, she ponders.Or a superman in a red cape, with the distinguishing outer-innerwear to set it apart from little red riding hood.But where would the road ahead lead?

Or does it matter?

For my UK readers only – received this via work distribution list and via the cat:

GAP Voucher

I love it when they have coupons as such – I just go completely crazy and buy anything that fits me.But GAP is of good value – good material and dirt cheap during sales,clearances & in outlets – half of my wardrobe is made out of GAP.

Guess what am I doing this weekend?Not to mention the cute-ness of babyGAP clothes – I swear my baby will be swathed in nothing but babyGAP.In the meantime, my godson will profit.

Last sat signified lunabliss’ comeback in the local craft fairs. Again,this was at the school where I first held court more than a year ago. After spending all Friday night organizing, decorating cupcakes and making hampers (with bacon baking all night) I was dead tired come Sat morning. DEFINITELY NOT WORTH IT!

It was a horrible poorly-attended fair. Only 30 pax actually managed to show up in the 3 hour space..and it cost me £10 which made it worse. We only sold two baskets out of 8 that I had made, 1 cake loaf out of 6 …but half of my prettily decorated cupcakes went for £0.40,which was quite cheap. Well, seeing that stupid bacon being cheapskate had not put enough dough in each cup (preferring QUANTITY) , I was surprised that any of the cupcakes went at all.Must be due to my decorating skills.

My pretty cuppas

Loafing around

Cakes and earrings

Pretty easter baskets – that no one bought:(

The chandelier that no one bought:(

Corner display

(and that was when my camera died on me…so ta da no more pictures!)

As the punters slowly trickled in, a husband bought a pair for his wife, which I thought was really sweet.My second customer was a little girl buying herself a basket..I actually felt bad like as if I was conning her out of her moolah.And then my neighbouring stall discovered me. She actually runs an accessories shop somewhere north of Leeds, and seeing that I was selling my stuff for cheap, bought some earrings and necklaces from me to sell at her shop. Me being really clever, went over to her stall and suggested a couple of designs that might go with her existing necklaces…and promptly sold another 3 pairs of pearl & crystal drop.

Then my neighbour from the other side (selling to-die-for bodyshop stuff – I bought a lipbalm) popped over and requested a made-from-scratch pair of seagreen crackle glass earring.And then suddenly I got loads of attention from kids re: cupcakes and started to do a suprisingly roaring trade – I think I sold more than anyone else in that fair.Seeing that there was only like 30 customers walking around.

I’m glad I was neighbours with the shop owner (which did not sell a thing by the way) – will try to sell stuff to her via her shop..as she charges £30 for a necklace whilst I only charge £10.But it is so tiring baking and going round to fairs, I think I’ll only do this again in Christmas. At least I recouped the £10 rental, most people did not even have that and it is sad.Oh, also realized bacon is a useless salesman. He tried selling off my baskets below cost to customers towards the end..after spending ALL 2 HOURS reading newspaper and chatting whilst I was trying so hard to make a living.GRR.