WELCOME TO MY WORLD
TAMSIN BLANCHARD
...CURIOUS HOUSEWIFE, ARTIST, EX MEDIA LOVEY, OBSESSIVE FOODIE, FRUSTRATED CREATIVE AND PSYCHOLOGICAL / PHILOSOPHICAL / LIFE COMMUNICATIONS EXPERT WANNABE
AM I SELLING ANYTHING?
NOT UNLESS YOU WANT TO COMMISSION A WORK OF ART
(SEE MY ART SECTION FOR THAT)
THE LOGIC BEHIND THIS SITE....OR IN OTHER WORDS
"WHY?"
I think I should have read the signs, weird looks, strange responses, cynism when my e-mails sprung less than 500 words.... anyway, to cut a very, very long story very, very short, I have saturated my friends, family, work colleagues, acquaintances and anybody else that had an e-mail system in my vicinity's in-boxes for too long with overlong ramblings, points of view, theories, general craziness and responses which don't really get to the point and somehow still only manage to give you a glimpse into my 'unique mind' as one person put it, I thought that was a compliment DOH!
One of the problems, I see as a bonus, but I would, I'm me, is that I type as fast as I think and therefore everything that goes on in there (tap tap on head) comes out fluidly like a gushing torrent of muddy water down an extreme slope not dissimilar to Niagra...but muddy!
The stuff in there (my head) is a bit vague, a bit different or random (as some teenagers but NOT my daughter would say, she just corrected me, btw teenagers are always right and I'm very, VERY wrong), a bit confused and...let's put it this way, another friend, a very long time ago said he would name me 'Tangent Tamsin' because I go off on tangents all the time, and so it is thus, I go on and on and on about stuff...but apparently...and here's the interesting bit...it's not ALL un-interesting (I've been told) ...just a bit left of forward...or is that sideways........as my dad said to my husband after he unsuccessfully tried to convince him he was mad to marry me...'well, you'll never be bored'.......keep up with me.....good, can you tell me where I am?
Anyway, now you poor fellow humans, you have to put up with it too...but here's the good news, you can turn off whenever you fancy it, you can even not read this at all (then who am I talking to?...cue twilight zone music) and to all of my long suffering friends who have to read pages and pages of response e-mails to a simple question of 'shall we go out for a drink' or something similar, here is the answer.... (cue drum roll)
"All my thoughts, ideas, inspirations and creations...oh and overly long ramblings on a BLOG"
...or maybe BLAG because I hate following the crowd and BLOG's are so LAST YEAR in my opinion or is that the year before LAST YEAR, as I'm usually a year behind these things" (see there's a clue to what's coming, nothing that can't be said in a hundred words....) and also what does BLOG mean anyway, it's probably like captains LOG but with a B at the start for BORING or something but I don't even vaguely resemble Captain Kirk though I thought his version of "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" was classic! Go, go, see it on Youtube, it's hysterical!
Anyway in my experience most people I reckon BLAG rather than BLOG, you know, BLAGGING, make up stuff to get what/where they want, kind of writing and showing off and all that stuff and also in my case some people might think I'm suffering with some kind of brain altering condition...much like 'Jet LAG', sounds like, BLAG... should I say BORING LAG, like I said BORING LOG... I know I'll just call this my LAG, now that does sound boring....I know .... let's be unconventional and call it (cue another drum roll).
"MY STUFF"
HA, HA! I've done it Dr Watson!
Ohhhh... but there's just so much stuff here than just MY STUFF....and well...basically, I just don't want to call it whatever other people call their stuff so I can be pigeon holed and then people can say, have you seen Tamsin's thingamygig, yeah, it's basically a 'blog' and it's full of 'stuff'...NO I want MORE, MORE MORE!!! (cue Dr Evil laugh).
So, it came about, going through this thought process aloud, that I came to thinking about NOT being pigeon holed and if I even mentioned the word, people from a psychological point of view might just start thinking, she's pigeon holed herself there and we have just SO pigeon holed you now, that I thought in defiance of all pigeon holing I wouldn't even mention the word 'pigeon', I would change it subtly to a name of an animal I quite like, rather than a flying rat and in honour of that wonderful children's book club (but not in anyway similar or connected other than through my dad who worked alongside Kaye Webb the renowned publisher, for many years as an illustrator of many brilliant children's books including Thomas The Tank Engine - I may not be able to blow my own trumpet as obviously but I can blow my dad's coz he's Grrrreat! ...as is my mum...and her swedish singing I might add before I get into trouble).
Back to the subject matter anyway, so this is how...cue final drum roll...
"PUFFIN HOLED"
...horrah! came about, but I might add I still refuse to be in 'any kind of hole' hence the aside comment that 'I refuse to be...'.
So, fellow human beings, welcome to my NON PUFFIN HOLE, it's black on white (with abit of red, and if you've got this far, it's worked, horrah! You've 'red' it, cue unrealistic smug self satisfied at own goal joke smile), that's the new white on black (I read in Ogilvy & Mather's advertising book years ago that if you want to sell something effectively, black body text on a white background is where it's at...not that I'm trying to sell anything here but it's never a bad thing to be up with the Ogilvy's, see there I am again riding on their shoulders), though yellow's my favourite colour, I tell everybody it's blue because nobody likes yellow, I have to say here, I don't wear yellow and I don't paint every room in the house yellow, I just like looking at yellow things, natural yellow things, not glow in the dark yellow or puce-green type yellow things, I mean things like sunflowers and the sun (though not directly), yellow to me is the colour of bright summer days and sunny yellow dresses that other people wear.
Anyway I am hoping that if I can get all my thoughts, ideas and stuff out on these pages, then perhaps I might be too knackered to send everybody I know, overly long e-mails...this is the theory...but then again, knowing me, it will probably start a terrible chain of events that results in me being so stimulated into writing lots and lots for my e-pages that I can't stop, like the pot of endless porridge, I could end up sending everybody longer and longer e-mails which in return fill me with more and more ideas and substance of which to include in these pages....ooeerr it's so exciting (was that 'terrible' you were thinking).
I guess my true friends will stick with me through it though, so there's a test!
Good luck and May the 4th be with you, as we all say to my brother every year on his birthday. Big hugs to you all, Tamsin.
Phew!
