What a week. I have been moving through this week as if in a daze. No amount of coffee is helping, either. I’m not really sure why? I haven’t had the best sleep this week, but that’s kind of par for the course. I think it comes down to this: Morgan and I share a brain. When he was taking classes and really busy, I would be really tired. When he takes more than his share of the brain, I want to do little more than sleep. As he’s been very busy helping someone this week — and the past few weeks — I think his tiredness finally reached me.
Yesterday at the market there were two great interactions — and neither involved a sale. First, a man popped by to tell me how he’d purchased a mother’s day gift from me and that his wife really liked it.
Second, two little girls were watching me doing some bead embroidery. The mom suggested that she could find them a beading class to which the older of the two girls replied, “I want her to teach me.” It was really, really sweet!
What a week, what a week. I completed two custom orders and really love this one.
It’s time to order more blue and green lucite cabs. Especially because this new piece sold within the first two hours of the market yesterday.
The two journal covers below have resulted in more than enough inner turmoil and self doubt. I feel that I’ve gone too far, and then I feel that it’s just right. Then I make a mistake. Then I think of a fix I can live with. Tricky business, collage making.
First, let me say that I realized today that I’m the only person in my family who has a need to have a plan. I believe in some wiggle room within a plan, but I would like some kind of structure within which I can find comfort.
I asked my mother today if anyone else in the family was such a planner, and neither of us could think of anyone. Maybe it’s best that way. To be honest, neither I, nor my people, could stand it if there were another person like me demanding dates, times, commitments. Even I make myself crazy with the questions I ask, but it’s who I am.
Oh, me and my quirks.
Speaking of which, I realized that I seriously have way too much stuff squirreled away in boxes, bags and bins on my shelves. The bad news is that I so easily lose track of what I have that I end up having multiples of items. Just this week I realized that I have two copies of a polymer clay book on my shelves. While it’s a lovely book, it doesn’t necessitate a need for two copies.
Anywho, I took last Friday off from work to do some organizing while I put the kiln to use.
I made some glass pieces. Some were successes, some not so much.
And, I organized. Oh it felt good. While tidying up, I found a stash of pieces that need anything from a simple bail to a slick—or three—of paint to a special necklace/chain made just for that item.
It left me feeling kind of ahead of things as far as the market goes. Hurray for small victories! Now to start finishing those pieces.
Finishing projects and keeping things organized is an ongoing battle. All I can do is soldier on.