Mahalo to the Google for this vintage pic of a Spirograph instruction booklet.
Many of us have had trouble sleeping at one time or another. For some of us this happens quite often. Our bodies & minds just don't want to sync up & rejuvenate together. It sucks.
Some folks pick up a book (remember those?) & read. Others watch television. I've been told that some bake, although I cannot fathom being coherent enough to bake anything in the middle of the night. And let's not forget those folks who meditate to try to bring sleep.
Personally, I've tried almost all of the above; substitute eating for baking & you've got me. The one thing that I find myself doing more often than not, aside from/in addition to laying in bed staring into the darkness, is create. Yup, I like to do things with my hands (in a totally non-perverted way) when I can't sleep.
As I may or may not have mentioned previously (I don't honestly remember if I have, but let's face it, I don't even remember what I was saying two seconds ago), I used to love my sister's Spirograph. The big meanie would never let me play with it. Not that that ever stopped me. Nope, I would sneak into her room when she wasn't home & using my own paper, play to my heart's content.
It became one of those childhood toys that I always wanted, but never got. Kind of like the holy grail of toys. (That's right, picture me on an Indiana Jones style adventure culminating in my grabbing the Spirograph from the alter after choosing the oldest, most worn looking box. You know you are.)
Well this past Christmas I finally got my Spirograph & it is AWESOME! I am absolutely giddy every time I use it. It is just as much fun as when I clandestinely snuck into my sister's room. all those years ago.
Anyway, yesterday the Chicken & I did some furniture rearranging upstairs. It was a long, tiring day, but the end result is worth it. My writing desk, that I inherited from my mum's parents, has been moved to our bonus room. Along with my grandma's old piano lamp, it is now happily ensconced in it's own little nook. Right underneath the window that overlooks the back yard.
This makes me happy, because now when I feel like not sleeping, because you know it's totally my choice to be awake at midnight or three am, I can play with my Spirograph without having to go all the way downstairs in the dark. The thought of sitting at that desk, looking out the window at the moon & half mindlessly creating patterns somehow brings me peace.
So, don't be surprised if I start posting pics of my Spiro-art.
Aloha hugs until next time,
-Clare
Some folks pick up a book (remember those?) & read. Others watch television. I've been told that some bake, although I cannot fathom being coherent enough to bake anything in the middle of the night. And let's not forget those folks who meditate to try to bring sleep.
Personally, I've tried almost all of the above; substitute eating for baking & you've got me. The one thing that I find myself doing more often than not, aside from/in addition to laying in bed staring into the darkness, is create. Yup, I like to do things with my hands (in a totally non-perverted way) when I can't sleep.
As I may or may not have mentioned previously (I don't honestly remember if I have, but let's face it, I don't even remember what I was saying two seconds ago), I used to love my sister's Spirograph. The big meanie would never let me play with it. Not that that ever stopped me. Nope, I would sneak into her room when she wasn't home & using my own paper, play to my heart's content.
It became one of those childhood toys that I always wanted, but never got. Kind of like the holy grail of toys. (That's right, picture me on an Indiana Jones style adventure culminating in my grabbing the Spirograph from the alter after choosing the oldest, most worn looking box. You know you are.)
Well this past Christmas I finally got my Spirograph & it is AWESOME! I am absolutely giddy every time I use it. It is just as much fun as when I clandestinely snuck into my sister's room. all those years ago.
Anyway, yesterday the Chicken & I did some furniture rearranging upstairs. It was a long, tiring day, but the end result is worth it. My writing desk, that I inherited from my mum's parents, has been moved to our bonus room. Along with my grandma's old piano lamp, it is now happily ensconced in it's own little nook. Right underneath the window that overlooks the back yard.
This makes me happy, because now when I feel like not sleeping, because you know it's totally my choice to be awake at midnight or three am, I can play with my Spirograph without having to go all the way downstairs in the dark. The thought of sitting at that desk, looking out the window at the moon & half mindlessly creating patterns somehow brings me peace.
So, don't be surprised if I start posting pics of my Spiro-art.
Aloha hugs until next time,
-Clare
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