I'm a bit late picking up this tag from my good friend Lisa, but I guess late is better than never? So now I have to think of six weird things about me....
1. I love the smell of wet paint - whether it's oil paint from my latest project or a freshly painted room, it's one of the world's most exciting smells.
2. I can't get rid of used books. Even if they're old ones, if I didn't particularly like them much, I have to hang on them. It's like they're sort of sacred or special and shouldn't be desecrated.
3. I am the oldest child in my family, and I am married to Rob who is the oldest in his family - I believe firstborns/eldest siblings have a different outlook on life, a different sense of responsibility and duty (not necessarily better, but different).
4. I am married to my childhood sweetheart - Rob & I have been together since I was 14 years old, more than half of my life. I am often surprised by how rare this is, and how special.
5. I can't stand the taste or smell of mangoes or fresh coriander - both smell rotten to me and make me want to throw up. The mangoes don't particularly worry me, but I love asian food so the coriander thing is quite inconvenient.
6. I hate breakfast in bed. Teachers etc seem to encourage children that Mum's love to have their brekky brought to them in bed on mother's day and such festive occasions, but I can't actually think of anything worse than crumbs in my bed & spilled tea on my doona.
So there you have it - six quirky things about me, perhaps not the weirdest there are but ones I'm willing to share with you all. So now I need to refer you all on to my six favourite blogs (excluding the ones who have already been tagged for this one).
Melody - one of my fave fibre artists, constant inspiration
Deb - her red shoe ramblings are always entertaining
1. I love the smell of wet paint - whether it's oil paint from my latest project or a freshly painted room, it's one of the world's most exciting smells.
2. I can't get rid of used books. Even if they're old ones, if I didn't particularly like them much, I have to hang on them. It's like they're sort of sacred or special and shouldn't be desecrated.
3. I am the oldest child in my family, and I am married to Rob who is the oldest in his family - I believe firstborns/eldest siblings have a different outlook on life, a different sense of responsibility and duty (not necessarily better, but different).
4. I am married to my childhood sweetheart - Rob & I have been together since I was 14 years old, more than half of my life. I am often surprised by how rare this is, and how special.
5. I can't stand the taste or smell of mangoes or fresh coriander - both smell rotten to me and make me want to throw up. The mangoes don't particularly worry me, but I love asian food so the coriander thing is quite inconvenient.
6. I hate breakfast in bed. Teachers etc seem to encourage children that Mum's love to have their brekky brought to them in bed on mother's day and such festive occasions, but I can't actually think of anything worse than crumbs in my bed & spilled tea on my doona.
So there you have it - six quirky things about me, perhaps not the weirdest there are but ones I'm willing to share with you all. So now I need to refer you all on to my six favourite blogs (excluding the ones who have already been tagged for this one).
Melody - one of my fave fibre artists, constant inspiration
Deb - her red shoe ramblings are always entertaining
Susannah - interesting writings from the UK
Denise - the amazing spirit of a bohemian soul
Darlene - an incredible woman, an amazing mother
J9 - my partner in crime, holding my hand in our forays into the art world
1 comment:
I'm with you on the breakfast in bed and the books. Of course, I hardly ever meet a book I don't like. I have no taste - I just love the written word! Except horror. That's one genre I can't do.
It's fabulous that you've spent so much of your life with Rob, and are still happy to do so. DH and I are approaching 2/3 of our lives together (minus military jaunts) and I wouldn't trade him for anything.
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