Welcome to my blog
I created this space to fill with my creative pursuits and interests.
If you’re equally interested in scrapbooking, drawing, painting, shopping, all things beauty, books, podcasts, polka dots, pizza and maine coon cats… well, this is the place for you.
May I say, what a smashing blouse you have on
Not only have I been a jammy jammer of the highest order getting on the Hip Kit Club team, but (you’ll know this already if you follow my Instagram @nellyandclem) that I’ve also been invited to be part of the Felicity Jane team too – I mean eep and double eep…
Sooooo, *ahem*… Remember I said I’d been a bit hectic recently and hadn’t been able to blog too much? Remember I was being all aloof and weird and not really explaining why? Well… well… well-ity… I only went and got on the Design Team for Hip Kit Club, didn’t I…
I can drive myself completely ‘round the twist worrying about the most ridiculous things. I’ll over-analyse a conversation with a friend and play it out in my head over and over again - was I too interested in what they were saying, not interested enough, did I come off too needy, distant, moody… it’s exhausting. The daftest part is that to the other person, well, they were just having a conversation… that’s it, no analysis required…
Sorry for the silence recently little beans, I’ve been capital B-Busy!! Cogs are turning, wheels are in motion and my little brain is fizzing away at all the possibilities. “But, Nelly”, you say, “you’re being all vague and weird” and you would be correct, I think we both know I’ve never claimed to be anything else *insert manic laughter* and in the iconic words of Marc Maron “more later”…
I’m not sure why I like to move furniture around as much as I do? I think it’s something I’ve inherited from my mum. When we were very tiny we lived on an RAF base, that meant that the house we lived in, wasn’t ours. My parents weren’t allowed to decorate or even put pictures up so when we eventually left the base and moved into a place my mum and dad could call their own… my mums inner-interior designer was released…
I’m in the process of building myself back up after what has been a tough few months. This year started with so much promise and I’m desperate to end it with plenty of positivity – we’re over halfway through people, I’m hoping it can be turned around…
Well, this weekend didn’t turn out how I planned, although that’s no bad thing I suppose. The original plan was to head to Brighton on Saturday for some chips, wandering, ice cream, a spot of crazy golf and a pub trip… but it rained, so that changed plans. Instead of Brighton I decided to do something a bit more adventurous with my scrapping and try out sewing - ooooh…
I was having a bit of a tidy up yesterday so decided to go through my trusty pen pot and muffin tray of delights to see what I had in my stash. I was mainly checking to see if there was anything I could relocate that I wasn’t really using - clever girl, huh…
I admire the scrappers that document their weeks, months, years using Project Life. I’m so impressed by their persistence and skill, but it’s just not for me, mainly because I struggle to remember what I had for tea last night, let alone what I did for tea three weeks ago on a Tuesday night and remember to take a photo of it…
They say bad things come in threes… I really hope that’s true as I don’t think I can handle a fourth. After boldly making a proclamation in January of this year that I didn’t want anything bad to happen and I wanted to get through 2019 without any troubles, April, May and June have laughed in the face of my decree and I’m now having to come to terms with losing yet another wonderful person in a short period of time…
I’m typing this while wearing a jumper, a big grey fuzzy jumper… it is June. Wimbledon starts soon and I can’t help but wonder what those poor tennis players are letting themselves in for with this mental weather. I need to stop checking my weather app on my phone as every single time I look, it seems to be getting worse…
I was posting away on Instagram the other day when I received a message from one of my crafty friends. She nominated me to list 5 facts about myself on my insta stories and to nominate a few other people to do the same thing. After about ten minutes of faffing, I managed to work out how to do that (I’m not the best with using the stories part of the ‘gram) and posted the facts to my feed…
When I was a tiny 6 year old presented with safety scissors in my classroom, a hush would descend around me as I picked them up, carefully put my fingers, not quite, through the hand holes, but braced them slightly on the outside of the scissor arms and began to cut. The children around me would gasp and cry…
I’ve been so lucky to never have to deal with a death in the family, I know there are lots of people out there that have been forced to cope with so much pain and heartache and I can’t even begin to imagine what that must feel like. I only know that losing both of my grandparents so closely together has been tough…
The roller-coaster ride I mentioned in a previous post has come to an abrupt end – the train has jumped the tracks, landed upside-down in a tree, while PJ and Duncan sing ‘let’s get ready to rumble’ on repeat and I scramble to take the harness off and drop to the tarmac below…
Do you blog? I wonder if other people do what I do and through the working week come up with a few different topics which might be interesting to write about, but then, on Sunday, when you sit down to write the post, all those ideas run for the hills and you’re left thinking… erm… something about scrapbooking…
After having about a week and a half of feeling like I was finally clickity-clacking my way slowly out of the thunk, this last two weeks have seen me reach the top and do that dangley-over-the-edge thing before starting the free-fall - I’m just looking for something in the middle people…
I don’t really know all that much about Project Life as a lot of the scrapbookers that I follow don’t seem to get involved - they mainly do 12x12s, travellers notebooks or their own embellishments, so this is a bit of a rogue move for me…
Its been a busy few weeks for me and if you’ve happened upon any of my posts on Instagram you’ll have seen that things are finally starting to look up over at Casa Nelly. Its really been a testing time over the last month or so, but I’m hopeful that its ‘up the ziggurat, lickety-split’ from here guys (little Arnold Rimmer quote for you there)…
Thank goodness that things are starting to warm up around the place. Also, since we’ve lost an hour today that means that we’ll have even more daylight to enjoy and I won’t have to keep walking home from work in the dark - hoo-flippin-ray…
