I sat making this thinking about the sea and a friend.

These as you can see are like old fashioned charm bracelets, but instead is a mix of pretty beads and charms all individually attached. The reason they are called Brett bracelets is that a friends son thought his Moms bracelet was pretty. The top bracelet needs a few more glass beads adding

Don’t worry it’s not the sound of me taking my empties out honest!!

I sit and make jewelry as I read your blogs.

Currently thinking of setting up a blog about my jewelery as in less then a months time I’m heading into the middle of nowhere so I can watch the Karon hill tribes make their silver and then I will be incorparating it into the pieces I make.

Also , I’m hoping to get some traditional beads from thailand to make into things. Each piece I make is unique so this is one of the problems I have with setting up the website for jewelry but we are are thinking of ways to resolve this

I’m in a clingy mood today but have resisted the urge to cyber curl up and demand a story. Making jewelry and thinking about the fact that I am babysiting again next tuesday during the day so my friend can do some work for my ex (that kinda peeves my friend that he benefits but it saves my friend allot of money) I like baby sitting and my two godchildren are both very sweet

I may not work but I’m still awake round 6am each morning

Things could be worse I could be locked in my attic writting my doctorate and slowly going mad

I love the way that genious always has that slight touch of madness

thats it back to my beads (I spend all my pocket money on beads)

Thats what I arrived in Sydney with as they lost my lugagge.

Why did I have my fathers ashes well I was taking him home to the farm in New Zealand but I was also going to my sisters first wedding up in Cairns. My ex wanted to see Sydney so we went there first flew to Auckland ran round my family fast (think villiage of the dammed) sprinkled my Dad on the top paddock then headed back to Oz in a round trip of four days

Tigger well that was my cuddley toy - yes I slept with a soft toy but if you met my ex well you would understand why

Panties - well doesn’t everyone have a pair in their hand luggage

toothbrush well self explainatary really

The guy at customs was really creeped out though

those paper dolls you used to be able to get that you could put different outfits on that used to fold over at the edges and attach different accessaries to . . ..

I loove playing dress up and pretty things

I’m going for sushi at Harvey Nichols tomorrow night (better leave my credit cards at home)

I first must point out I’m a nice girl really and my sexual history could fit on a postage stamp but anyway I digress.

fired on a mixture of aussi sparkling pims gin pink champagne and fourty two below (we did start drinking at 6:30am) the pilot and I were on fine form with our motley crew of funsters. The party split in two directions early as we are having a few issues between two people (they share a house and talk about once a week eek).

I think I win with the comment for the evening

he “I wish I was younger richer and better looking”

my reply “I’d date you but I do have low self esteem issues”

I win

ok my problem isn’t finding people to have sex with me (this is a list of interested candidates  . . .  short but blind) but my problem is the fact that they want to sleep afterwards.

I can’t sleep if there is someone else in my bed my subconsious won’t let me due to my past

mull it over see if you can think of a way round this

I’m off out now (its the cocktail hour)