Well I'm back...

Two posts in one day! No the world is not coming to an end, but as promised, I have been thinking about my earlier post. While I was doing that I was baking. I couldn't find my favourite gingerbread recipe though and happened to post on facebook that I'd lost the recipe. Immediately one of my friends posted that she was going to ask for it and that it sucked I couldn't find it. I've since spent an hour trying to recreate it, two failed batches later and I've got a promising looking one in the oven!

It made me think though, about the things I like about myself, as opposed to the things I don't. And in turn the things other people like about me. So. To counteract the maudlin post from this morning I am going to post the good things about me, either that I think or that people have said to me.

My mad baking skillz. Crack brownies and gingerbread do not become of high demand on their own!

My eye for colour and decoration and my creativity. There's an arist inside me dying to get out. I did the headpieces for both mine and my mother's weddings and I am to this day designing toys, headresses, tiaras and decorations. My husband, the eternal scrooge, even commented on how nice the Christmas tree looked this year.

Similarly, my eye for photographs. I'm not a particularly good photographer but every so often I acheive the effect I was after and am extremely proud of myself.

I learn quickly. I can take in immense amounts of information fast and put it to use. My latest job is a testament to this, while I'm still asking questions there is a lot to learn and I usually only ask once.

My eyes. I know I mentioned them before but I feel they deserve a real mention. They are pedominantly brown but have green in them and a dark chocolatey ring around the iris. I have almost amber flecks as well as almost black ones and they almost always have a spark in them as I'm trying to keep my sense of humour in check.

My sense of humour. It's not the same as most peoples, dry does not even cover it, it's drier than the Sahara in summer. But it keeps me amused. I can think dark thoughts to myself and laugh about my ability to keep myself smiling. I have one or two friends who truly appreciate it and I love the inevitable zeitgeist that is a result of us trying to hold a conversation.

The fact I've overcome what threatened to be a serious alcohol problem. I knew I drank too much, everyone else did, and some told me. I spent the majority of mornings with a hangover, missed classes at uni and even went to work in a school hungover at one point. But one day I just stopped. There are undoubtely nights where I overdo it now, but my first reaction to a bad day is no longer to open the wine bottle. I will often have a glass of an evening, but I no longer need it and can go for weeks without drinking and without even missing it.

My taste in music! It is beyond eclectic, meaning I can be in almost any company and happily listen to the music around us. I can also always find something to make me smile :)

My spirit. I'm known for being bubbly, happy, cheerful and relaxed. And despite this morning's post, for the most part I do what I want, when I want to. For example, taking baths in the afternoon. It drives my husband mad, and most people don't understand it, but I do it anyway. Similarly drinking pints, cutting my own hair, having 13 piercings, five tattoos and more books than fit into my living room.

My singing voice. My confidence in that took a knock when I started singing pub kareoke two years ago, but I have spent my life being told I can sing, so I refuse to let one pub load of people tell me I'm bad. I love to sing, and do it often without realising I'm doing it. People at school always commented on it. I hum a lot as well, especially at this time of year :)

I'm smiling again now, so I'll leave it there, go for an afternoon bath and sing along to the TV, Fairytale of New York atm :) Until next time, Happy Christmas your arse, I pray God it's our last...