The Bournemouth Air Festival started today and it is 4 days of free fun in the town.
Thankfully the weather is much better than yesterdaya nd looks good for the whole of the festival.
We just popped down to the cliff top to see the Red Arrows this afternoon. It was odd to see them flying in a 7 formation - they are doing it all year in tribute to the two lost team mates. It was just a year ago that the Bournemouth Air Festival was the scene of the tragedy that saw pilot Jon Egging lose his life.
The memorial to him was unveiled yesterday and looks so beautiful. I haven't seen it in reality yet, but what a wonderful sculpture and designed by two local school children.
We had a great view from the cliff top and the display was as wonderful as ever.
It will be my photo of the day but I just haven't downloaded it yet.
I have new scrapping to share today too. Dawn Inskip has a fabulous new collection released today called Quirky and it is available at a great discounted price at her Scrapbookgraphics store.
It has gorgeous colours, really great grungy brushes and is stuffed to the rafters as usual.
This is a page I made of the ever gorgeous Alice.
Remember I have FREE CLASS on here tomorrow and it is actually focussed ont hese lush colours too. Just a fluke - not by design.
Today I am thankful for
- living in a costal town where they have free shows like the air festival
- dinner with friends two nights in a row
Todays photos are a little cute - pardon the pun
and finally my page a day calendar is
I have a confession to make: I chew on pens. I don’t mean nibble. I gnaw. At the end of the day, it looks as if a cocker spaniel has been sitting at my desk. I can’t count the number of times I’ve ended up with ink all over my chin from chomping down too hard on one.
Many helpful people have tried to diagnose my problem. “It’s a definite sign of insecurity,” one said. “You must be really frustrated or something,” concluded another. Still others have claimed that I have a
compulsive personality. None of this makes me feel very good.
I’ve bought expensive pens that are not particularly edible only to revert to the cheap chewy kind (ironically, perhaps, a pen called a Gelly Roll is my favorite). I’ve made New Year’s resolutions and countless promises to myself. Pray, you say? Oh, I’ve prayed. I’ve begged to be delivered from this weakness, as I explained to a friend the other day.
“Maybe God doesn’t care,” my friend responded nonchalantly.
“Of course God cares about me.”
“I mean, maybe He just doesn’t care whether you chew on your pens. Maybe you should just accept
that you are a pen chewer and move on. It sounds like God has.”
I wanted to be insulted, but deep down I felt relieved. I’d found the answer: Sometimes no answer to prayer is the answer. It wasn’t that God had better things to worry about, but that I should. Pen chewing might not be the most seemly behavior, but it’s not worth losing sleep over.
God, maybe there are some things about me that I’m just meant to accept. You made me a pen chewer; now help me to move on.
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