One of my key coping mechanisms at the moment is the 'not my problem' bubble. This a variation on Grace's force-feild and basically acts to repel all the things the world throws at me that are, in fact, not my problem. Like when everyone you know (including yourself) is having a nervous breakdown and you feel compelled to help. Or people are making a miserable hash of something you really care about and you feel the need the step in and clean up the mess. Or when you can see that someone is heading for a fall and they don't want to talk about it. Yep. Not my problem.
Still struggle with actually putting that boundary into place but at least I'm trying. Does mean that I get to make concious choices about when and who I'm going to bail out and when and to whom I need to say no. Which is good I guess. Foreign, but good.
On a completely different note... I made a pig puppet for a swap. I found the fabric in a dumpster and couldn't think of what possible use I could have for metre upon metre of pink satin (presumably the same thought process of the person who threw it out!). Then I decided to make a pig-puppet a la Neil Gaiman and see... the benefits of hoarding everything and throwing out nothing?!
here is another photo... isn't he cute?
and while on the subject on stuff I made out of stuff I had lying around I made myself a dead belly dancer's costume. Why? For once I had a reason. Our flat had a haunted house party. And can I just say that there is no house that is more apt to be haunted than ours? There we no lights and the music was spooky and there were lots of dead people hanging around. I went as the dancer who haunts me!
The bottom layer is silver satin with dark grey and skin coloured lace strips. The next layer is an asymetrical stretchy thing and the top is the lace again.
So that made me happy and now I shall go get some food. Another thing that makes me happy.
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