Catching Up

So, it’s been 14 days since I started the 30 day shred. I moved onto level 2 after 9 days of level 1, and boy, it gets harder. Level 1 already seemed to improve my strength, I upped my weights after day 2 to the green weights (1.5kg). I still couldn’t do a proper press-up by the end of it BUT I felt like I was getting nearer..! I can’t remember that much about level 1 now, only that it got progressively easier each day which is why by day 9 I felt the need to up my game and try level 2. The scales at the gym (massive, fancy, tell you your fortune, scales) told me that within the first 7 days I’d lost 2.4kg of body fat, that’s crazy right? That’s like a decent sized ham.

weights Catching Up

Level 2 is full of planks, planks are hard, and my shoulders are weak. The two don’t mix very well. I’m improving, though, and can see some shoulder muscles coming through! Day 2 of level 2 was killer, the pain in my upper body from the first day was definitely noticable, but I carried on regardless (and by regardless I mean whimpering and saying fuck a lot). My planks are improving now, and I can almost do a full set of this awful exercise called plank jacks without collapsing. Wahey!

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In other news, Adam and I are having a few days in Lake Garda (Italy) next month, and by a few days I mean fly out on a Friday (for me, anyway) and return the following Monday. The only reason we’re going is because Adam has a work thing out there, and I’ve never been to Italy at all! We’re planning on taking a trip to Venice (I mean, I’d like to see it before it sinks or something), doing some walking around, eating some pizza and generally just having a break. I get to fly out on my own which always excites me, the last time I did it was to Australia. I have a silly 4/5hr layover in Frankfurt though, I guess I’ll get some work done?!

 

A New Project

I decided that I wanted to try my hand at quilting this year, for the one and only reason that I wanted an amazing quilt to snuggle under on the sofa (right now I’m under a spongebob duvet.. which is great! but pretty embarassing when visitors come around.. ahem).

So I’ve bought all my materials (a huge piece of wadding, the patchwork fabric, some special other bits) and I’ve gotten a rough design together…

quilt A New Project

I’m going to be chipping away at this for the next few months I think, I’m already worried about how I’m going to do the actual quilting part (I’ll definitely have to move my sewing machine into my lounge rather than in my tiny craft room), I’m tempted to go down the tying route depending on whether I can move the quilt under the sewing arm or not!

So, last week…

If you follow me on twitter you’ll already know all the dramaz that occurred last Friday, if not, here’s the low down.

Friday morning I woke up with an annoying ear ache and distorted hearing (like, really tinny sounds), and because it was Friday and I didn’t want to go into the weekend with an ear infection I decided to head straight to the doctors. Diagnosis was ‘unconfirmed ear infection’ because he couldn’t see it properly or something, but he still gave me antibiotics (something which I’ve been trying to avoid throughout this ridiculously prolonged illness).

At lunch, I did my 30 day shred workout (I went on the fancy scales at the gym last week, too, they tell me that whilst I’ve only lost 1lb of mass, I’ve actually lost 2.5kg of body fat.. meaning I must have switched in some muscles – yay, strength!) and got showered & dressed (this is important for the end of the tale). I set about my afternoon’s work, made lunch, packaged parcels etc. etc. It got to 3pm and I decided it was time to head to the post office.

Our cats are indoor cats, and when we leave the house we shut them in the lounge/kitchen area to create a cat-airlock when we’re leaving through the front door. Usually, we just shake their biscuits and they both come running into the lounge at a sprint. Pumpkin was already in the lounge and I started shaking the biscuits for Bramble, who didn’t come running. I headed upstairs and checked out her usual hiding spots (under the sofa bed in the office, the wardrobe in out bedroom, under the duvet on our bed…) but she wasn’t ANYWHERE to be found. I started pulling the place apart trying to find here but nada. Zilch.

bramble 3 So, last week...

Then it started running through my head that I’d answered the door to the post woman earlier on, and even though I was sure that Bramble hadn’t dashed out (they never come near the open front door) it was fast becoming the only explanation left. I went outside, checked under the car, under the bushes… still shaking the packet of dreamies all the time, but couldn’t see her. I started to panic then and phoned my Mum to come up and help.

I ran around to the street whose houses back onto ours and started knocking on doors, no one had seen her. I’m not ashamed to say I was crying by this point – it was getting dark, the school run had started (and our street is used as a rat-run), and it was raining. Bramble isn’t used to the outside at all. I’d called Adam to come home from work, too, and he made a massive dash from Manchester Uni to home in the fastest time ever.

Me and my Mum continued looking, she drove around the block to see if she could see her, and I did some more door knocking and checking of gardens. We kept going back in the house because Mum and I were both adamant that she wouldn’t have run out, especially in the rain, even though it seemed like the only explanation. We checked wardrobes again, under the sofa, behind sofas, basically everywhere we could think of. There was no meowing, no scratching, nothing.

I phoned the local vets and asked if they’d had any tortoiseshell cats brought in (they hadn’t), and explained that she was chipped, gave my name and number etc. I was on the phone to the last local vet when Adam got home, so my Mum decided to go at that point and leave us both to look.

Adam started on a quick sweep of the house before we both headed out to trawl the streets. Like we’d already done, he checked the usual spots and any other nooks and crannys. By chance, complete chance, he heard a tiny scratch from the chest of drawers. Not a meow, howl, or massive scratch, just a tiny noise… so he started opening the drawers. Lo, and behold! Bramble cat! snuggled down in the second to top drawer, in between a bunch of t-shirts. She’d been in there for over 5 hours not making a peep.

When I’d gotten dressed after my shred, she must have jumped in the drawer. The drawer must have only been half open for her to sneak under and into the back, otherwise she couldn’t have done it as I wouldn’t have been able to close the drawer. The drawer was then shut, and she hung out in there for the rest of the day not making a sound.

So yes, to say I was fraught is an understatement! Adam made me a double G+T and we had a take-away for tea as a treat.

Stupid fucking cats!

Weighing in on Plagiarism, Loyalty & Migraines

working for yourself1 Weighing in on Plagiarism, Loyalty & Migraines

Two Working For Yourself posts in a row? Aren’t you honoured! This one’s a little texty, sorry!

I’ve been thinking about broaching this subject for a while now, it is, unfortunately, something that a lot of us creative types have to deal with on an almost weekly basis. The big P word, Plagiarism.

Not only are we faced with the occasional gut-wrench when we see someone selling a direct copy of a design, but it’s that constant niggling feeling of ‘oh god, I hope I haven’t dragged this new design out of my subconscious inspiration bank verbatim’ (I google the hell out of anything new that I make, just in case..!).

Yesterday something happened that jolted me to write this post, but I would like to preface this by saying that the situation has been dealt with amicably, it’ll be going no further, and I’ve already called off the hounds.

I was just settling down to watch BBC Stargazing Live (did you see it? it was pretty cool!) when I stumbled upon a blog post of a crafter who had one of my necklaces. The post itself was about copying, and where you draw the line. Unfortunately the crafter had decided that tracing my necklace and applying the design to other items was on the okay side of the line (it isn’t), and that selling these items on folksy was also okay (it’s not). They didn’t know the exact maker of the necklace as it’d been a gift, but that doesn’t give free reign to duplicate the work and produce commercial items on the back of it. I whole heartedly believe that this was just an unfortunate, naive mistake and I know they felt awful about it. Lessons have been learned, and that’s the end of that.

(Here is a photo of a cat to break up the text a bit)

 Weighing in on Plagiarism, Loyalty & Migraines

One thing that did strike me last night though, was the complete and utter support that I had from my twitter followers and (most of) my facebook friends, all rallying around leaving comments and suggestions. You guys are awesome.

Plagiarism sucks the big one, it really does, but with websites like You Thought We Wouldn’t Notice, and a reactive online community of creative people, things do seem to feel a little better.

There are a few people who seem to suffer from this A LOT, Gemma Correll has had SO many people & companies copy her pugs not drugs design that it’s almost turned into an internet meme. Kate Wilson‘s lovely illustrations seem to be something they teach the plagiarists in their first class at plagiarist school! It’s not just the act of copying an item to sell, either, let’s not forget the case of the kid who managed to plagiarise her way through an illustration degree… words fail.

So, what do you do if you find someone’s copied you?

  • Breath, stay calm, don’t fly off the handle! The first couple of times this happened to me I was red-in-the-face mad about it, and ended up firing off incohesive, unproductive and sweary emails. It’s no fun for anyone involved, you’ll be wanting to attack this with grace and sophistication!
  • Share it, get other opinions and consider what you’re going to do. Having the outside opinion of others is invaluable when making the judgement of plagiarism/inspiration. Don’t get nasty and start firing off accusations all over the place, though, you really don’t want to get into the realms of slander! Just post the link and ask people’s thoughts… Having a community of creatives behind you also makes things feel a bit less scary, you’re not in it alone! People will offer advice and help, take it.
  • Take the high horse, it’s your design after all! Start drafting an email, comment or response. Again, get someone else to check it before you send it off if possible (you might have missed something, or not explained something correctly). Opening up the lines of communication is the first step to resolution, chances are that as soon as you send your first email the item/s will be removed. People get really scared when they know they’ve been found out!
  • Can you prove that you’re the original designer? Find your sketches, files, online publications etc.
  • Keep a record of all correspondence, you might need it later.
  • Take it further if you have to. I haven’t had to do this yet (and fingers crossed I won’t), but get in touch with a copyright lawyer if you feel you want to take it further (and can afford to do so).
  • Consider registering your designs if you can take the cost, consider how you’d feel if it was stolen – would it be a ‘meh’ or a super angry face?
  • Continue creating, improving and making awesome work. Plagiarists gonna plagiarise, sometimes you need to take it on the chin. I’m not saying ignore it, no, I’m saying don’t let it break your flow!
  • Support your fellow creative folk! If you spot something that looks like a copy of someone’s work then you absolutely must alert them to it. This is how it works. Support is an awesome thing, and it means the world to people.

So there you go, I hope you find this helpful, but I also hope that you never have to follow any of the suggestions above.

Oh and migraines, what the hell are they about?! Half way through last night’s events I was struck down with a killer migraine. My vision went blurry, my neck was aching like crazy and my head was pounding, I have no idea what brought it on either! I don’t think I had more than my usual share of coffee for the day..!