I live and craft in England (or perhaps “live to craft...”?). I love colour and I love pretty things.
I must have been a magpie or a butterfly in a previous life, such is my attraction to colourful and shiny stuff (aka, pretty, shiny things).
This blog is my attempt to make sense, and keep track, of what I make.
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I got up from the chair in front of my computer this morning (very slowly and a bit painfully) and I thought: “I’m going to blog about me today”.
It’s that time of year when I run out of fingers and toes when counting my new age, again. I’m a year older than Andre Aggassi, Kelly Holmes, Macy Gray and Uma Thurman, and a year younger than singers Kylie Minogue and Anastasia.
The day I was born: The Beatles “Get Back” was number 1 in the UK music charts, Patrick Troughton was Doctor Who. Seven weeks later, man set foot on the moon for the first time: a few months later the Woodstock Festival happened. Sesame Street and Scooby-Doo were aired for the first time. Harold Wilson was in Number 10, Nixon was in the White House, US troops were still in Vietnam. A few months before, Elvis has just recorded “Suspicious Minds”. The Beatles had already played their last live performance, on the roof of Apple Studios. Concorde had just had its first test flight.
Yes. I’m that old.
I’m definitely starting to enjoy my birthdays rather than being disappointed by them (ages 15 to 37), or dreading them (ages 28 to 31, and 36 to 39). Has the occasion changed or have I?
Me, definitely me.
I’ve learnt to ask for what I want, to say no to what I don’t want, and I’ve found (and hung on to) people who are happy to hug me on “National Claire Day”. As you may have spotted in my posts, I’ve had a child and work-stress free year (almost a year) now that my children are both away at university (proud Mom moment, sorry), so I’ve had a lot of time to think, and work things out in my head.
I’m a lot more together today than I have been for years, and more content too. I’ve accepted myself (cliché moment, I know) and I’m working with what I’ve got (or with what I am) instead of trying to be the same as everyone else. I’m never going to be great at remembering things (apart from completely random and useless stuff) so I’ve stopped trying to remember and trained myself to record the important stuff instead.
I now take (lots of) pleasure in (lots of) little things and have let go of a lot of the “stuff” that was making me unhappy. OMG, I’ve finally grown-up! 🙂
One of my friends sent me this:
I’m being taken out to dinner tonight by my fiancé, Mr CB, so I’m off to get myself dressed up.
Happy (43-year-old) ClaireBear
Other birthdays in blogland
Aging Sucks (catatonicinmyhead.wordpress.com) my heart goes out to her, I used to be incredibly disappointed too
Happy Birthday to me (oldmdgirl.blogspot.com)
Birthdays are good for you (captainofthissurvivorship.wordpress.com)
Happy Birthday Astrid! (kipsoton.wordpress.com)
My birthday last year
Today is my birthday and I’m 42.
It’s a bit of a cliché to review the previous year on one’s birthday, but I prefer it to getting morosely drunk on New Years Eve and crying.
This last 12 months has been interesting. Interesting as in the old chinese curse “may you live in interesting times”-type interesting.
11 months ago I was made redundant from a job I love, and spent a whole month catching up on sleep.
10 months ago my youngest left home to go to university and my oldest (of my two children, or should that be younger and elder?) didn’t.
9 months ago I started selling stuff (mostly fabric ) on ebay under the username “Claire Bear Books and Fabrics”.
7 months ago I started a facebook page using the same name, and started showing off all of the sewing that I had done over the past few years.
6 months ago I opened two shops on etsy and the same 2 on folksy, 1 for the same stuff (fat quarters, and other sewing supplies) that I was selling on ebay, and the other aimed at finished stuff.
5 months ago I found out I am dyslexic.
4 months ago a friend volunteered to do some graphics for my online shops and we both had good fun thinking up logos and avatars and banners (oh my!)
3 months ago I revamped the cards I send out with purchases
2 months ago I started this blog and then my computer died
1 month ago I developed arthritis
1 week ago it was diagnosed
At some point I stopped chemically enhancing (colouring) my hair and started to let the grey grow.
I can colour it again any time I like.
At some point I decided that life’s too short to work too hard for too long. That fewer hours, plus the chance to do something creative and colourful as well would work for me. That even working full-time in teaching I’m never going to be rich, but I need to be sane and happy (or at least not stressed and exhausted, see comment re “I slept for a month”).
I have discovered so much in the last year, most of it just understanding why I am who and how I am.
I already know some things that will happen in the next year.
My daughter will go to university, so I’ll be a long-distance mum for two adults.
I’ll move home so that Mr ClaireBear and I can live together at last. Without the ghosts of relationships past that haunt this house.
What else? Hopefully a university course for me, part-time.
Hopefully a teaching job for me, part-time.
Hopefully I’ll manage my health and pain issues better, although I’m going to be rolling with the punches on that one.
Hopefully Handmade by Claire Bear will go from strength to strength.
This year has been an interesting one. I hope next year will be too.
- It’s my birthday and I’ll be happy if I want to (handmadebyclairebear.com)