the week in review: september 22-28

Last week was spent prattling about doing anything BUT the paper and yet I HAD to do the paper and I finally turned it in! Go me! The weekend was a nice weekend of doing nothing really. There was reading and grape juice making and exploring.

This week will be spent playing catch up on all that stuff that didn't get done while I thought about writing the paper. What a dork! Today it starts off with a visit to the dentist. AAACK! My poor teeth never get a break. Here's hoping I survive. Happy Almost October folks!

the bed...

it's a bit of a love affair...

same old, same old...

It's now down to THE WIRE and I am determined to turn THE PAPER in today (or tomorrow) and I have discovered that I made (yet another) mountain out of a mole hill. Oh but I wouldn't be me if I didn't, right?

See, all I had to do was write the darn thing according to the directions but I forgot that whole directions part and thought I was writing a thesis or something and it grew and grew and became something bigger than it needed to be and I finally reread the samples my professor so nicely gave us way back when and I realized something. I could have written this in my sleep. It is just as she told me. It isn't something HUGE it is something to prove I get the technical aspects of paper writing and you know what? I didn't. I don;t play well with simple instructions. This is probably why I bomb so many tests. I know that the answers on the test reflect what we were told but I don't agree with them so I cannot answer and then I fail. I get this, I know this and I still whack myself over the head for my stubborness. Why can't I just follow instructions? This is why I don't feel comfortable in the real world. I'm not like most who flow around me. I don't fit in with appearances but I know that we are alike under the surface...at least enough alike that I am sure we can get along. So that is me in a nutshell. Overthinker stage left...

Seriously though, THE PAPER will be finished this week if not today. I may take a break to bake banana bread or stitch up some needle books or read a magazine because not only do I overthink but I am easily distracted by happy, pretty things. If you catch me online playing marble lines or the like, you have my permission to pinch me (real hard) and disconnect me from the internet. Feel free to catch me noodling about and wag those fingers and get me back on track. For now though, lookie at the prettiness I come up with when I should be writing THE PAPER...At least I know my faults...

the week in review: september 15-21

Last week could be defined as a typical week in my life. It was full of busy-ness, visiting and dark bad brain moments. Like a roller coaster ride I was up, down and all over the place. Ultimately is was all good. Monday...not so good but I schlepped myself to school to be responsible.

Sometimes I set my expectations for myself up way too high. I used to berate and belittle myself when I didn't succeed, now I bake cupcakes, take a nap or watch Gilmore Girls. It's no biggie. A bad day is bad for the day, the next time I wake up it will be better. Thankfully with all the visits and fun thrown in this week there is no more bad brain but there are new eye glasses and piles and piles of works in progress all over the tiny casa. THE PAPER will be finished this week and I can then focus on cleaning and purging and cooking and baking and the making and crafting of all sorts of fun stuff!

Happy Fall everyone!

worker bee, busy bee, study bee

bzzzzzzzzzz.....
my head is full to the brim with all I have to accomplish and start and do and finish and...and...and...so rather than play ostrich I'm gonna dandy myself up, swipe on some lipstick, gather my bundles of notes and papers and books and head to school to work on THE PAPER. See, on Monday, I looked my professor in the eye and told she would have it no later than the end of next week. I have committed...I should be committed. So I'm off to school for four hours where I must, must, must write something substantial. I have many many pages to fill. Then I will hit the market for what we need and some dried beans and rice or something else to put into the candy corn bean bags I'm making for the shop. When driving, one should combine all errands possible as long as they are on the same route so as to conserve gas and keep the car driving to a minimum.

I'm still working in starts and stops on teething bees, dilly bags, matryohska sachets, cozie cozies and other prettiness. The tiny casa is covered in fabric scraps and bits of thread and the scissors drawer has once again emptied itself.

Happy Friday! Here's what teething bee wings look like in stages.

dreaming a-go-go

I was detained from joining the land of the awake this morning by luscious vintage linens and sweet cool air. Those two ingredients generously mixed with unpaved water flume pathways, hand sewn quilts and cotton candy so pink I wouldn't be surprised if you told me I was on acid, kept me in dreamland long enough to make for a super groggy day. I spent most of the night tossing and turning and pulling the vintage floral sheet off of the mister. Once he finally stumbled into the real world, I gathered up the happy yellow quilt, tucked my smooshable hippo under my left arm and fell into the rabbit hole. My dreams were to extraordinarily vivid, I could smell the popcorn at the summer carnival and the wet pavement near the flume pathways. The story made complete sense while it played out. From the carnival rides that spun beneath picture perfect skies, the old friends and make-believe friends that joined me throughout the dream. to the absurd like the fluffy feathery hen that stood about three feet tall that acted as a guard hen to its flock and our cobblestoned street that kissed the tiny porches of our red and white gingerbread cottage complex. There was music and laughter and games and fisticuffs over the winning and not winning of technicolor vinyl doll houses.

It was a block party of where we would live if we could truly live anywhere and in anyway. We had a garden, a workshop, a cuter than cute cottage. There were wonderfully artsy neighbors, tiny hole in the wall pie palaces and chatty chickens all around. Not a car in sight but candy colored beach cruisers peppered the pathways. There were buckets of flowers and sidewalk chalk at every junction. Art was everywhere as were smiles and laughter. We had a swimming hole, and a tin-can telephone and a pygmy goat named Bernadette. It was a magical, handcrafted, bauble filled place. Not to get all creepy on you but I hope I get to visit again!