Sep 30, 2017

Happy Blogoversary to me.

I started this blog in 2010 when I was enrolled in the Certificate of Library (Information services). It's called something else now. But at the time we were looking at our Information Literacy which, of course now days, includes social media.

I took a while to decide upon a topic for my blog. I had started a few Tumblr blogs and the one I enjoyed the most was called Books, Crafts & Pretty Things. So the name just stuck and I went with it. I was able to use my blog to get credit for some work assignments and it has helped me a lot to network with amazing people.

The first post I ever did was called "Best Ever Muffin Recipe".
My most popular posts have been about making crafts from books, like this one here.

Friday 29th September 2017 marked my 7 year blogoversay, and I am giving away two headbands, which can be used as planner bands (as shown below).

I crocheted all the flowers and used vintage buttons to attach them to pre-made bands I bought from Ebay.

I hope you enjoy them. This competition is open Internationally and closes on 15th October 2017 at midnight (Perth, Australia). 

Just tell me which colour you would like to win. This will count as your entry. That's it. There will be two winners chosen by random generator. They will each receive one headband of their choice from those pictured. I will cover postage.

f you want more entries feel free to do the following. The more entries you have, the more chance you have to WIN!!:

1. Follow me on any social media accounts. One entry per follow. 

2. Spread the news about my blogoversary giveaway. One entry per share. (Make sure you tag me or use hashtag #BCPTBlogoversary7)

This giveaway is not sponsored or endorsed by Facebook, Instagram, Twitter or any of the social media accounts I use to network which are listed on my Social media page here

Sep 21, 2017

Cat Thursday & other Blog Hops

Welcome to the weekly meme that celebrates the wonders and sometime hilarity of cats! Join us by posting a favorite LOL cat pic you may have come across, famous cat art or even share with us pics of your own  beloved cat(s). It's all for the love of cats! Hosted by Michelle at The True Book Addict.

This is my parent's cat.  She is a real beauty.

Sep 19, 2017

Writing for Bliss - Diana Raab

My Review:

I wrote all the time as a child. I wrote poetry and journal entries, short stories, even songs. I wrote all through my teenage years and while I was pregnant, and then when I had my second child I stopped. I was very busy and I somehow didn’t have time for reading and writing and life became very difficult. 

Later, when I began home schooling, I found more time for reading again. In the early hours of the morning when other mums were busy with the school rush, I had a few moments to myself and life got a little easier. But it was only when I started writing again, journaling again and even blogging, that things turned around and I began to really get myself together. But now I am stuck in a kind of rut, with lots of ideas and many unfinished manuscripts. I’m finding it hard to prioritise writing when I have work, study, family duties and (let’s face it) the distracting Internet.

The book “Writing for Bliss” was just the book I needed to shake things up a bit. Whether you have never written before, are a sometimes writer, or you just feel stuck like me, then this book can help.

Partly autobiographical and partly self-help this book provides lots of advice:

I like to mention what Zen master Shunryu Suziki referred to in his book, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind (1976), as maintaining the sensibility of the “beginner’s mind.” The idea is that the beginner’s mind tends to be open to many possibilities, unlike the expert’s mind, which only sees few.
It also provides practical tips such as:
One rule about writing is that if you want to be a writer, you need to be a reader.
Writers need privacy and solitude to tap into their creative selves.

And writing prompts, to get you started:
Writing Prompt 2:7 – Exploring a Vivid Dream
On another occasion, recall a vivid dream. Describe in detail the images in it. Note the feelings you associate with the dream. What does the dream remind you of in your present or past circumstances?

Using a combination of psychology and creative writing techniques, Diana Raab leads the reader through a journey of therapeutic artistic pursuit. This is the perfect companion to the Art Therapy I have been doing, because it uses similar principles, but encourages my need to create using words.

There is so much great advice about visualization and getting past those creative blocks. Sometimes there are things in our life that are difficult to write about, but you know Raab has been there, and can help guide you through. Furthermore, it is backed by Raab’s own research into the transformative power of writing one’s memoirs.

As I begin to get unstuck using these ideas, I know as I continue my manuscripts that I will return again and again to this powerful guide for advice. It also includes a handy Index and Bibliography. 

I received this book to review through Beck Valley Books Book Tours, I have volunteered to share my review and all the opinions are 100% my own.

Continue after the jump break for author details and a giveaway:

Sep 15, 2017

Cat Thursday - Goodbye Jigglypuff

It has taken me a month to write this, as it is such a difficult topic. Jigglypuff has been on my blog since it began in 2010. She was with us for 17 years, and we miss her very much.

Sep 13, 2017

An excerpt from my NaNoWriMo 2016

I had only had one, very small cup of coffee. I wanted, no needed, a second cup desperately but he decided it was time to go, even though our goodbyes and parting words took longer than it would have taken for me to drink that second cup.
I smiled at our hosts and joked that I would get a roadie coffee, since they assured me that we wouldn’t find a decent cup of coffee once we got out of Bunbury. As we drove, I realised we were on the road out of town. He stopped, and I assumed he’d enter a stop for coffee into the GPS, but he was just rechecking the load on the roof rack.
"What about coffee?" I asked, but it sounded more like "coffeeeee", and more like begging than asking. He assured me that there was a place we could go but he continued the out of town route.
"I don’t want to wait an hour, I want something now," I said and I hated the way I sounded when I said it.
We stopped to check the load once more, then the noise that was irritating him must have been sorted.
"You can’t hear it?" he said. I responded in the negative. My caffeine deprived brain couldn’t comprehend anything. The muscles in my neck were tightening and my Zen was way past due for a top up.
Finally, we arrived in Boyanup. I hadn’t even left the car when I heard the wails from an unknown source. He mistook my concern for fear. Once I reassured him I was only concerned that the unknown woman sounded distressed, I left to buy the coffee and he checked the load again.
I followed the sobs to the woman on a public telephone, almost unseen in the city. She was wailing about coming to get her kids and something about him sleeping around or sleeping with someone, I wasn’t sure. Her pain was thick in her voice and it permeated everything around her. My heart clenched as she said the words I had so often repeated myself, "I’m not crazy".
I entered the shop and bought the drinks and two slices, which we really didn’t need, but my sugar addiction is as bad as my caffeine addiction. At least I don’t smoke anymore, but I keep thinking I should take it up again. I kept my sunglasses on as I was making my purchases, but I didn’t care about the looks I got. My thoughts were still on the woman in pain, at her most vulnerable, with no privacy, in the middle of the town she probably lived in, spiralling out of control because she was pushed beyond her level of coping.
Women are always seen as the emotional ones, out of control, crazy, hysterical. We snapped because we didn’t get our own way, we cried because it rained on the washing, we spiralled because we couldn’t cope, we crashed the car because we are stupid, we tipped over the edge because we are weak, we killed our partner because we didn’t get our coffee... okay I made that last one up.
After we left Bunbury I knew the time had come for me to write it all down. I was going to have a week without phone calls, appointments, study or work. I was ready to face my demons and work it all out.
The only problem was I had left all the recordings at home and I was going to have to write a lot of it from memory. I had to do it though, I had to make a start. I could fill in the details from the recordings and my notes later. It was time to record the truth. It was time.