The Tale of the Gem-Picker...

Hi everyone! Wow, it feels like ages since I've written a post!
So I was just FaceTiming the awesome cuzzie today and she gave me a few ideas on what my next post should be about. But, knowing me, I forgot all of them. Come on! Rack your brains! I actually can't remember at all...
Wait...
I'm getting something....
I can feel it in my veins...
And my blood...
Ahhh yes! That's it! She said to do something about how things alwaaaaays go wrong with me...
So as you know, I attend that youth circle thingimajigi in the local mosque every Friday. You know... the one where my candle.......*sniff* died.... Yeah, that's the one.... Y'know, I still haven't had that tantrum yet....
Anywayyyyyyyys, last Friday, we made bags out of t- shirts. Now, the bag wasn't very......glamorous but I touched it up with a bit of bling (aka plastic gems) and it looked decent (well at least for things like sleepover clothes and stuff). But, again, my work of art had failed. I think, the world of creativity has something veryyyyyyy strong against me! And by the time I had reached the car, all the pretty plastic thingies were gone. It was like a ghost story. The Gem-Picker was out on the loose.....
So my £2 went to waste that day.
Basically the moral of this random, pathetic story, is that I am me and luck aren't close friends!
Bye now!