Black Day

You know, I promise myself (kind of) to not talk about politics on my blog, although unfortunately I have a keen interest on the subject. But today I can not walk away from what happened yesterday and still is happening in my country, Spain. Yesterday, December 30th, a ETA bomb went off in one of the parkings of Madrid's International Airport. Two people are still under all the debris, suspected dead. The only people on earth that I hate are terrorists, whatever there cause is or whatever position in society have.

Mal de muchos, consuelo de tontos

I love Spanish (and English) old sayings because they are so on the money. And this one, on the title, means more or less : afflictions of many are fool's consolation. It comes to say that finding consolation in that other people are suffering or going through similar process of pain/disappointment/... is just plain stupid. But you what I don't care. I really find that the recent post in Ukscrappers that many people have been not so happy with their pressies.
It's not that I am happy that I am not the only one, it is just that it brings relief to know that all this present season is a little bit much with all the expectations of gifts.
I am quite happy now. It seems more likely that I will get the camera, although it is still uncertain.
Omar's work on the house is amazing, he is such a clever man, I am very, very lucky!

Not so bad on Boxing Day

So it turns out that some of my friends actually read my blog. I didn't think so. Honestly. My dear husband got really upset that I wrote about the whole event on the blog. I am sorry Sweet. Really sorry.
Life looks a little bit brighter at 27 (years old).

Christmas is soooo depressing

I am not sure how true is that in Christmas more people dissapear (voluntarily) and that the number of people depressed soars. I am not sure why, but although I love what Christmas is, it always turns out to be a dramatic disappointment for me. Maybe its due to the fact that is also my birthday on Christmas Day.
Take for instance this year. Our plans for the festive season included a trip to Egypt to be with Omar parents (last year my family came). Of course something important health related made that plan impossible. Not to worry. Maybe we could go to Canada and have a nice white Christmas, but, oh no! prices are crazy. All right we will stay at home alone (all friends are away or with family) and fix the house, because it certainly needs it.

Then comes the big decision about my present. Since its both Christmas and Birthday it tends to be a big present rather than two medium sized. So I make an small list. The two first presents are my dream and I know they are very expensive, specially the first one (a studio cabin in the garden so I can teach and design there). The second present is something I have wanted for over two years now. All right it is expensive, but I think that i will use it quite a lot and it is a D80 (before it was just a D70). The other three things on the list were: an voucher for my favorite scrapbooking shop, a voucher for House of Fraser and a Pamper day at my favorite beauty salon (to which I haven't been for almost a year).

My lovely husband doesn't like any of my listings. Friday, 22nd of December: we go to London to do some errands, then we go to Oxford street and we go to Currys where amazignly he buys me exactly what I wanted plus a personal photo printer. Wow! I can not believe my luck!
Next morning, Saturday 23rd of December, my husband realizes that he has spent too much money and starts to feel really bad about it. So I say that it's all right and that we must return the items. They are really expensive. Sunday, December 24rd: we go to our local Currys and return everything. I insisted on doing that, it is a lot of money. Then, my sweet husband spents two or three hours in my studio making me card, and that means a lot to me. Also he does me a voucher for something, what will it be?

This morning I wake up with the sweetest person in the world beside me and also with the cutest cat in the world beside us. Husband goes and gets me the card, it is gourgous, really nice and it says: The best thing about Chritsmas ... (inside) is you . He apologizes about the whole D80 event and he gives me a voucher for a "Deluxe haircut, makeup and photoshoot" just for me. It is so sweet, but inside me it's raining heavily. That is something I definetly don't want, and actually I feel quite uncomfortabily with the idea. I only trust a few people with my hair, and the whole makeup thingh is something more for a teenagers rather than someone who is already closer to thirty than twenty. To have a few phtos of me looking like someone else it is not something I would like to scrap or frame. A photoshoot with both of us by Kirsty Wiseman would have been perfect, I would have gotten to meet her and have some photos of both of us together.
Am I a selfish, ungrateful cow? I honestly think that I am, for that reason alone I feel depressed, seriously depressed and all I want to do is sit on my pijamas and cry on my sofa.