At least I think they do…oh well.
I just had to put in this quick post. A photograph of mine got selected as Photo Of The Day at this site called PhotoRipple!
Check it out here.
Thing is, you can help me make it Photo Of The Year (omigosh!) by going to the picture and commenting on it if you like it. It would make me so happy if you do!
Thanks! I’ll see you after my exams then (unless I just can’t stay away and decide to impose my company upon you all again before that.)
My first attempt at quilling has taught me one thing (apart from the fact that I actually have a lot of patience)…that I love it. Hee.
I knew about it since quite a while. But it was my younger cousin sis who sort of got me inspired enough to actually do quilling myself. She’d made this beautiful quilled card, and I fell in love with the graceful art form. So I really do have her to thank. Mini…thank you :*
And aren’t I supposed to be studying? Right? I am supposed to be studying for my final year college exams…yeah. But then what can you do when your fresh, new quilling strips and slotted tool call out to you everyday and finally seduce you completely?
What can you do?
You quill. And make a card. And enter it in a challenge! Yay!
Here’s my card. Making this reminded me why I love card-making so much.
And so I’m entering this in BGC’s Shaped Birthday Cards challenge. Coz’ I love octagons :)
Oh, and you should really go there and see the inspiration cards…so many shapes for the humble b’day card. Whoa.
And now I should go and study again. *sigh*
sanchari54′s photostream on Flickr.
I’m actually trying to study these days! Really! So, blogging has taken a backseat.But I did upload some new pictures on Flickr :)
‘Dida’ in the Bengali language is used to address your maternal grandmother. So did I ever tell you about my Dida? I don’t think so. I’ve thought about writing about her, but somehow, I’ve never actually been able to do it.
You know how there are times you miss someone and it just hurts to know you can’t see them again, but you just can’t say it out loud. I just couldn’t seem to go through writing it out when just thinking about her makes me cry…the tears come because I can’t believe I can’t hug her or talk to her or hear her or even see her anymore.
My Dida left this world on 11th April 2004. I was 13 years old and still a child. Her love was unconditional, pure, true.
I still remember her smiling at me,
brushing my hair away from my face,
clasping me gently to herself,
answering my childish questions lovingly and adoringly,
crying proud, happy tears on seeing me achieve some milestone,
sharing a joke with me,
smiling at me gently and so very lovingly when I help her walk,
being with me.
She is so many memories. She taught me so much – tangible and intangible. And she gave so much love. So so much love that I can never even hope to measure it. So much love that just having to write this makes me miss her so much that it hurts…a hurt that doesn’t leave even with a good cry.
She suffered from a cruel and unyielding disease for many years. She had renal failure and her life became so very difficult and painful. And so I do not ask God why she was taken away. I am happy she could leave this painful world and enter the gates of heaven. She was my angel and I know she still is. Her sufferings ended and I am truly relieved for that. But I miss her. Always have, always will.
For all these years, along with the fact that I just couldn’t face having to write about all this, there was also the fact that I had a question in my mind – was I trivializing her memory by writing about her in a place where the whole world could read it? The memories that I have of her, are sacred to me…so wasn’t I sullying them in some way?
The answer is still not clear. But I write all this today because I want everyone to know that I knew of a true love. And I realised it all the more because I lost the person who gave it to me. And I want to let everybody know that. I want the world to know about his lady whose endless love, beautiful personality, remarkable talents and goodwill for all has always been such an inspiration to me. Though I am happy Dida was freed of her pain, I keep thinking how much love I would have given back to her if she was still here. But I can’t.
But I can treasure her memory, and hope that she knew exactly how much I loved her.
I think she did know. And her memories will always be in my heart.
I will always love you Dida.
My favourite companion at the moment. And because I wanted it to feel more…human, I named her!Meet Eowyn :)
…when something just doesn’t seem right.
WHY does my brain refuse to accept the fact that some people just don’t matter?
The people who matter will always be around, no matter what. And the ones who are not around, are not worth spending thought on. I don’t mean I’m going to go and ignore them if I meet them. But neither will I act like I’m honoured and blessed to have met them. They don’t care and neither should I.
Stoopid brain! >_<
Sorry for being M.I.A. for so long. But life’s kind of busy right now.
If you really miss me, you could go check out my Flickr photostream *pretty please*
Well, I hope to sneak in some blogging soon! So…I’ll catch up with you then :)
You know how buying birthday gifts can be a pain in the wrong place? Well, thanks to many different stores, buying pretty (albeit useless maybe) objects as gifts has become easier. So when one of my friends at college was about to turn a year older, two other friends and I went hunting for something to give.
We found her a…bangle box! (And a folder too, just FYI). It was handmade, with beautiful shades of blue and purple.
But it was boring.
So I decided to get to work…which was basically fun for me. Hee.
I’d been itching to try out these metallic markers I’d bought quite some time back. And this presented the perfect opportunity to do so. I just put on some simple floral designs (not being too sure of my drawing skills on something I was supposed to be presenting to someone). I also mod-podged it up in the end, so that the designs remained…forever.
But I think it turned out okay. At least it was prettier than the original.
Side (BEFORE)
Side (AFTER)
TA-DAAA! Whaddaya think?
When I started college, it was a huge change. New people, new place, new things to study. And I missed school quite a lot at times. Suddenly, some memory would take hold of my head and I would go spiralling around the web of nostalgia. I had known I would miss school…who doesn’t? After spending roughly 12 years in a place, you’re bound to have made many happy memories.
But what I didn’t expect was the strong wave of nostalgia which washed over me a few days back when our batch photograph was being taken in college. Now that I looked at the pictures, bitter-sweet memories keep coming in and I keep smiling. I will now miss college just as much as school it seems! Even though I’ve spent only 3 years here. I didn’t expect such a strong feeling of…loss, y’know?
Life keeps moving on, and people go out of touch. But then, it’s the tiny roots you keep sprouting out everywhere.
Wherever you stay long enough, you anchor yourself there by sending tiny little roots into the place. And then when you have to move on, you have to wrench those roots out and move on. Again, wherever you go next, you will, unknowingly and involuntarily, grow some more roots. It’s just natural.
I guess it’s these roots which help human beings become social beings. Without these roots, you’ll never feel like you belong. And belongingness is a good thing, right?
I love ‘revamping’ things. And I am particularly happy about this diary I recently took up and make a few changes to.
I had this old filofax from my school. They (the school people) gave the students these as school diaries. Having never really made much use of it in school, I suddenly made a decision that I would start using a diary for writing down To-do’s and events and birthdays and everything else. And I had a lovely leather diary with me already! I just had to buy a refill of 2012 diary pages.
But just look at this thing
*shudder*
Can you see the places where I, in all my hyper-childish-teenage wisdom, tried to cover up the word ‘Student’ (you surely don’t expect me to roam around with a diary which says ‘Student‘, do you? :O ), and the school logo (for some unknown reason I do not remember)? And cross my heart I don’t know how that yucky mark on the back came to be! But it’s ugh >_<
And so, I went to work. And look what I made of it!
And, because I have been currently obsessively watching craft tutorial posts and videos, I will give you a tutorial. It’s all very matter-of-fact. I’m just trying to seem very efficient and professional. Hee ^_^
First, here are my supplies! (Yay)
That is seriously all you need. And if you can’t find Mod Podge, no worries. Try some alternative. Maybe if you’re endowed with great patience and dexterity, you could use some cellophane sheet and stick it on.
1. So, the first step is quite simple. I painted the diary all over.
I was sort of jumping with joy because I ended up mixing up a shade of paint which was pretty much the same as the original colour of the diary. I don’t really know how I did it. *happy sigh*
2. Next, I used some pretty scraps of paper I had, saved up from some earlier crafty endeavour, and cut it all up *evil laughter*
Not to worry…I was very judicious and cut up only as much as I needed. I still have some scraps left. I think.
3. Then, I arranged the cut-outs onto the painted diary in a pattern inspired by this pin here on Pinterest.
4. And then, I Mod-Podged it all up
And it’s done! Yay! Yay! I like it!
The reddish edges on the white cut-outs came because I thought it felt too…white, and I just outlined them in red. When Mod-podge meets any kind of ink, it makes fuzzy, dispersed-ink looking stuff.
Isn’t it nice? Well, better than the original version, right?
Craft tutorials are fun!
