ponder press

I like how, before typing, I get this prompt: Share your story here.

My story? The one about the girl who means to blog–or at least post something–regularly, but manages not to? I think she’s the same girl who would rather write posts using her phone, which results in so many typos.

Oh, she has plans and ideas, but they languish. It’s a funny thing  that words would ever fail her considering how she’ll talk a person’s ear off given half a chance.

I suppose that’s enough badmouthing. I mean, a) it’s weird to write about myself like that, and b) I did recently complete these items. 

     

Now to board a plan and head home with a noggin full of thoughts about doing the things I truly love.

How can it be that it’s already the start of another market season? This is the 40th year of the Redmond Saturday Market and my sixth season there. (It’s also my first season without my brother volunteering there or serving as the onsite manager. I suppose I’ll adapt, but I’m still not crazy about the idea.)

It’s good to be back among friendly, familiar faces. I know some people don’t understand why I give my Saturdays to the market, but there are so many worse ways to spend a day.

You know what else is good about the market? Morgan digs that I do it. That certainly makes it easier to give up a chunk of my weekend. One way he shows his support is by looking for ways to make my set up easier for me. He made these great cases for me. They look wonderful and really did save me several minutes.  

  
Indeed, he’s great, and I appreciate the hell out of him!  

I don’t know why, but this spring I’ve decided that I need to up my wood-burning skills–what few skills I have.

I have a simple tool, nothing like the expensive ones that serious pyrographers use.

I’ve been drawing some simple, cartoony cats and decided to try burning them into wood. I made two bracelets and colored one with prismacolors and the other with water color pencils. I have to say, while the cats are no natural color, I much prefer the water color pencils.

        
And then there’s this guy. A colleague was trimming a tree and gave me several round pieces like this. I’m not sure if it’s his fur or what, but I want him to be real so that I can hug him.

There’s still so much to learn and try. I’ll get there, maybe… In the meantime I’ll continue to have fun while I try to brush up on those elusive skills.

After a kind of lazy winter, I have to admit that it was good to participate in the spring craft fair at work. It’s not only fun to see items I hadn’t seen in a few months, but it was encouraging to hear the kind remarks about my new items.

It was fun to chat with people, and it was fun to sit quietly and work on projects.

Two weeks from tomorrow the Redmond Saturday Market will start its new season. Bring on the Veraci Pizza, kettle corn, honey, gentle days of lounging in the sun, the community and the freedom to create!