I needed to identify the colours from the top, so I bought some 4mm sticky circles from Staples, coloured them with the appropriate ink and stuck them on. I had a feeling they would peel off, so I covered them with glossy accents, which acts as both a glue and a varnish......
My chart has a complicated sort of filing system, known only to me, basically the CD sleeves had numbers on them that I didn't notice until I was half way through, so some of the pinks are in sleeve 14 and so on................ The crossed out ones are the ones I use most often, for skin, hair and so on, I have ordered one of Letraset's wallets to take these. The greys are going to live in two of the little rubber thingies that Letraset sent me. I am lucky enough to have the complete set of Promarkers, so I am really pleased with my new storage. Edited to say I have had a couple of emails about storing the pens vertically, here is what Letraset have to say on the subject:
Regarding storage, Promarkers can be stored both vertically or horizontally. The ink molecules are so fine that ink is evenly distributed throughout the marker even when stored vertically
Well, I started, so I better carry on with the cruise saga. So on we sailed to the highlight of the cruise - Rio de Janeiro. We had booked to go on an excursion to visit the statue of Christ the Redeemer overlooking the city, and Copacobana and Ipanema beaches. The trouble was the oh-so-efficient cruise staff had forgotten to book coaches for the excursions. So we all milled aimlessly around the ship for an hour or so, then piled onto the coaches. You take a little railway up the mountain, unfortunately the oh-so-efficient cruise staff had forgotten that as well, and we didn't have tickets, so we had to hang around the foot of the mountain for almost two hours, by which time, it had started to rain. We eventually got to the top, to find the 30 metre tall statue shrouded in mist, honestly, you couldn't see it, I stubbed my toe on the base of the thing, peering through the fog. Of course the legendary views of Rio were non-existent as well. At one stage, the mists lifted momentarily, and there were joyful cries of 'ho, ha, ah' (think Japanese accents for those), and the clicking of a thousand cameras, until the mists shrouded us once more. We queued miserably for another hour for the railway to take us back down, and onto the coach, which drove at a hurtling pace past the beaches - oh, so that was Copacabana.......zip, blink and you missed it
to be continued...................