Bead Porn!

I'm in a great group on Flickr called Born Porn, isn't that the cutest name? Well, I guess it's not really cute, but still. I liked it! I'm trying to expand my Flickrizing to spread the twinklyspangle gospel, so if you have a cute beady or jewellery group to invite me to, I would love to hear about it, even if it only has one member! Let me know in the comments :)

My grandmother has been to stay the last few days, and I have sent her on her way with a huge package of beads and fandangles to show my Dad, who is facilitating the designing of the website and all the accounting stuff. He wants to see the items and start trying to take some professional looking photos. We are thinking of going with a lightbox but I'm not sure exactly how that would work. They need to have a pure white background. I'm excited about seeing what comes of it, m photo's are getting better but they are not spot on yet.

My boyfriend has his horrible tarantula out. I want to squash the nasty clambering thing. I want to hear her go POP under my shoe. I hate her so much.

To The Craft Store!

I must, must, must go to the craft shop today. I need some more headpins. Ramsey loves the craft shop, I think it's all the sparkly stuff on the shelves, but the woman in there is really unfriendly, she appears to be looking at me like there is no way I could posibly create something worthy of her supplies. There is some paranoia for you eh?

I also need to work on a logo. I'm terrible at that kind of thing, I want something I have drawn, but my drawing tends to look like something a five year old would have been told off for drawing on a wall or something.

Megan is out. Megan is our tarantula, she is a Chilean Rose (Gramastola Cara, if you like the latin) and she scares me half to death. My boyfriend is feakily obsessed with her, to the point where he likes to sit in the dark, so she comes out and twiddles her horrid hairy legs. I didn't see why we couldn't get a nice, smily frog or something. Or a guinea pig. Or nothing.