It's been a really shyte week - last week that is, this week is a new week although it looks like it could be shaping up to match it with last week, but I might just scrape through. Did you have a crappy week last week? I took a short poll and quite a few people around me had an extremely crap week last week. Must be the moon or the sun or the morons that keep popping into my life.
Whoops when I first thought about this post (on a tram or during some enthralling and important meeting, I can't remember) I thought I'd better start out with some craft, The Good:
A hand sewn sanity badge - the sanity is mine and the badge, well it's quite small and made of felt and hand sewing and helped me to keep my sanity over the past week. I imagine you wearing it on your coat or on your gorgeous homemade handbag or something like that. I'm working on some others. Feel free to claim it if you want.
So the rest is the bad and the ugly (although perhaps you're thinking that photo up there also qualifies as the bad and the ugly, so did I but whatever).
Where was I? Oh yeah woe is me. So the week culminated on Saturday afternoon as we sat and discussed the aftermath of our week involving NO craft (oh other than the sanity badge - all of this was of little concern to Mr Sadieandlance). The support crew were here to console us for the reason for lack of craft time was that during the week we tried to buy a house - unsuccessfully. The Bad.
Somehow during an extremely busy work week (which included attendance at a very 'special' awards ceremony that we like to call 'The Awards for Outstanding Achievement in Excellence' - I think Mr Burns held them once?!) we somehow scrambled around to do all those important pre house auction things (that take a naive first home buyer 15 times the time taken by a seasoned empire builder) only to be beaten at the auction on Saturday by a 19 year old spoilt brat. Now nothing against 19 year olds of course or 19 spoilt brats (well actually...) but a 19 year old spoilt brat who's Daddy said don't worry sweetie keep bidding I'll make up the shortfall. THE UGLY.
I could go on about how we work hard for our money (honey) and that we don't need Daddy to help us - and ha we certainly don't need to wear our best disco outfit to the buying of our new house. But it's funny really and I don't need to whinge about that cause well, whatever, surely it's self explanatory.
I've never really had an official opinion of the best time for the week to end - Saturday or Sunday but we decided after we calmed down with the aid of a few cans of Melbourne (that's Beer friends) that Saturday was definitely the last day of that crappy week.