I really love these composite pictures but have NO idea how to
This one is like a whole lifestyle in one shot, lovely..
Much simpler, but cute and effective..
Really love this, I too want to be able to label and maybe even draw big arrows on things..
I did used to have a whole tag for lazy arse blogging (things I praps ought to have learned how to do before starting a blog) but not beating myself up over this one. I have looked in lots of places, maybe I need to get paid-for-Photoshop, not just the free bit.
I did come up with this, it's a little H&M outfit for my nephew..
I will figure this one out. Probably.
(Obviously if anyone reading this knows the answer, please share.....).
I just got some to try last week and firstly, I really can't put the frickin' things in that easily. Which I know will take a bit of practice, but all over the world there are really stupid people who manage this daily and it makes me feel old.
Also, I am a bit shortsighted. True, there are people who are less short sighted than me who wear their glasses all day every day, but I like my blurry world.
I thought I looked like this (which, by the way, was taken on my Mac webcam which gives a lovely soft blur), yeah I'm 38, but there is still a bit of smooth glowiness there (please see above reference to webcam)..
Now I can see clearly THE WHOLE TIME I realise those days are gone.. I totally look like this..
So I have these fuzzy black dots that float around in front of my left eye, lovely. I went to one eye doctor a couple of months ago, but after half an hour of tests and chitty chat, it turns out that he didn't believe what I was saying. To the extent that I got my husband to call him later that day and talk to him. He admitted on the phone to my husband that he thought I was lying. All of this, by the way, is a bit of a challenge in another language, anything medical gets really really hard very technical fast.
Anyway, I was a little surprised that an actual honest-to-goodness doctor would be such an asshat. But there you go. So this time around I took my mother-in-law with me in case the new eye doctor was mean and I burst in to little girly sobs grown up and justified tears of frustration. Plus she has been going to him for something like 43 years, so I felt pretty safe.
He is awesome, knew exactly what I was talking about and can't help. So we talked contact lenses instead. And now I am trying them, which with the eye poking is pretty gross in itself. The reason he can't help is that the only way to get rid of these fuzzy black things is to empty all the liquid out of the eyeball..
..then scrape the inside clean before refilling it with eyeball juice.
I was going to write about the natural beauty of Norway, about how this time of year is so lovely because masses of wild flowers bloom by the roads and everyone's gardens are full of colour. (Loads of people, including us, have rhododendron bushes, which I find incredibly funny for some reason, like they shouldn't be in Norway, only in National Trust properties).
Anyway, ol' Mother Nature just spat on that. We have three huge windows in our sitting room that overlook the garden. And just as I logged on a bird flew in to one of them. Twice. No idea if it was the same bird twice or two birds once, but man it is a grim thunk.
And the gross bit? The smear of I-have-no-idea-what bodily fluid and tiny feather left behind on the glass.
..partly for my dodgy choice of books and partly because I am reading loads at the mo and really ought to be doing house things. Or garden things. Or house and garden things. Or really anything a bit more worthy. Or probably mostly caring about doing something else instead of reading. But I don't. Ha. It's lovely.
This is totally what I look like when I read. Apart from I am one person. And I don't usually sit on the floor.
Since I wrote this in January and confessed my love of teen vamp fiction, then wrote this one a few weeks ago about the boy books I was reading, it is worse. Or better. Depending on your point of view. I have read the next four of the Spiderwick books, started on reading the Percy Jackson books again and have read about a squillion teen supernatural books. I don't just go vampire any more, no, I am equal opportunities for any werewolf, fairy or vamp. Or wizard, or djinn or whatever.
I have totally robbed this picture for my own uses, if all the books I read lately were lined up on a shelf, these arrows would show you all the dodgy teen ones.
The best part of this is that the books have either come from the library or I have read them on my Kindle. And I pretty much always get the free ones. So that saved a big bunch of money and means that now we have unpacked all the books here, there is a bit of space in one of the bookshelves that totally needs filling.