Yesterday, my sister requested that I teach her how to crochet. I am definitely no expert and after years of not even holding the tools of the trade, crochet needle and thread, I was hoping I would not disappoint her. I didn’t, by the way. I still remembered the basics after such a long time! How to begin, slip stitch, single crochet, double crochet, treble… and I know if I tried I could still do the picot thing. After all, I had made a whole doily set that must have had about a million picots back in high school! Maybe I exaggerate a little still but it had a lot! It turned out beautiful though but I sure remember the frustration and the anxiety to finish.
So, anyway, I still had a hang of the basics. Or at least so I thought. Continue reading
For the past month or so, I have been really tuned in to the reruns of Sex and the City, particularly those episodes that involve Carrie and her Russian – Aleksandr Petrovsky. Now, I am a sucker for romance (I have a feeling it’ll get me into trouble one day) and I can’t blame Carrie for being swept off her feet because I know I would have been, too. For those of you who are unfamiliar, or do not remember quite vividly, here’s a little something from Wikipedia and YouTube to (re)familiarize yourself with Carrie’s relationship with Mr. Aleksandr Petrovsky.
Referred to by Carrie occasionally as “The Russian,” he is a famous artist who becomes Carrie’s lover in the final season. He sweeps her off her feet with huge romantic gestures and shows her the foreign pockets of New York that she has never seen before. Her relationship with him brings up all sorts of questions in Carrie’s mind about finding love past “a certain age” and whether or not she wants children. When he’s preparing to return to Paris for a solo exhibit, he invites Carrie to come live with him, which after several deliberations (and one fight) with her friends, she does. After spending some time there, she realizes that he will never reciprocate the level of emotional involvement that she offers because his life and career will always come first.
I think I have learnt something from watching the escapades of Carrie and her Russian. Continue reading
Hello, everybody! In the process of trying to come up with something worthy of the precious few minutes that you bless me with to read my post(s), I got stumped. The mood evaporated into thin air. Then, my kind little friend asked me if I wanted him to write a post for me (and he is outraged that I wrote “little”). I guess you already know my answer. So, although the site is actually Words from Wellie, here are a few words from Wellie’s friend… here’s my first guest blog.
So, the wonderful summer vacation is coming to an end and if you are a student it means the stress of school is about to begin. Well, not to be pessimistic and only view school life as stressful because to be honest there are benefits to being back at school; you get to see the friends who you haven’t seen all summer and hear about their peculiar and even unbelievable summer adventures and, most of all, your regular cash inflow begins again, (whatever you call it, lunch money, allowance, etc.). Continue reading
It’s been over a week since The Maiden Flight and I have been having a fight with the backspace button. You see, every time I try to actually write something it goes back from whence it came. Right back into my thoughts. And if it that wasn’t bad enough, I have been constantly lured away by some little thing or the other. I won’t even bother to mention the social networks, the friends on IM… you know the distractions. But, I was determined to win this fight and since you are reading this then it means that I have been the victor! It’s been a battle I tell you. So many thoughts and no idea how to say them exactly. Continue reading
In my wildest dreams, I never imagined the day would come when I would start a blog. I have always been amazed by the writings of my favorite authors and after reading a good book I always swore I would write a story one day. But that was just a dream. I have absolutely no inclination to do so now
after I have tried and failed miserably so many times before. No siree! I will leave story-writing to the story-writers.
Up until a few months ago, writing my personal thoughts for any other purpose than a school assignment was new territory for me. I’d write about something that happened and how I felt about it but as soon as that emotion had passed I’d rip the pages to shreds. Now, due to the influences of two of my wonderful friends, I not only have a journal but now I also have a blog. At first, keeping a journal was hard. I had no idea what to write or how to write the many ideas/thoughts that fought for first place in my head. I tried nonetheless, and I am happy to say that I actually enjoy it. It really is as therapeutic as they claim. In the few months I have had a journal, I’ve written on more than half the pages in the book (HUGE step for me) and I have seen how my thoughts have evolved over the few months. That is remarkable.
That is a journal though and I can write whatever I feel like writing since it is for my eyes only. I know this blog thing is a little different and I suspect it is going to be equally difficult to start posting regularly as it was to start writing regular journal entries. Now, I think I have subconsciously prepared a list of excuses for myself that will make me not feel bad when weeks pass without a post. I hope that is not the case but I know me. I take my hats off to all the bloggers, especially to those who write interesting stuff regularly so others can read and enjoy. I’ve had this blog for about two weeks and I have spent more time changing themes, changing backgrounds, creating pages, arranging and rearranging widgets, changing themes,… everything else except write a post.
It’s quite an interesting view here from the pilot’s seat and now that I have fiddled with almost all of the controls I guess it’s time for me to actually lift this plane off the ground. So I have done it! My first post Tremendous accomplishment.
Where to, you ask? Wherever my thoughts take me. I’ll try not to make the journey monotonous and uninteresting. So be prepared for anything. You just might like it .