Tuesday, May 20, 2008
So really, I've been needing an extra push to get anything done lately. I haven't been crafting, or listing things in either of my etsy shops. Yesterday when we got back from swimming with the beautiful Kristen (where I jumped off the edge of the pool into 8 feet of water, a huge step of bravery for me), I discovered that I had made sales in both shops, HeyLady, and ChristopherAndTia. That was just the push I needed to get my creative paper-crafting gears in motion. This morning when I went into the kitchen to unload the dishwasher, I saw that Christopher had already done it. Rather than going back into the living room and taking a nap while Eleanore watched Dora (which is what I really wanted to do), I decided it was finally time to scrub Eleanore's artistic crayon drawings off of the walls, and Windex the windows so that they might actually be used for looking outside. Christopher leaving me with nothing else to do, pushed me in the direction of the magic eraser and paper towels. And finally, as I mentioned in a comment that I left in Diana's blog (a muted palette), I've been pushed to blog. A few things have come to mind in the past couple of days, but there haven't been any real visions of the kind of typing wisdom/sarcasm that I prefer. Well now that I've been tagged, its like I've been given a homework assignment to blog, which means my writing will turn out less than original, but will be so much easier than trying to think of something clever to say, when really all I want to do, is lay on a giant shark shaped floaty in the middle of a crystal clear pool in the 100 degree sunshine, and fall asleep thinking about kittens and rainbows.
2) When I was in the second grade, my teacher was constantly having everyone in my class write stories. The pages would be lined at the bottom for our words, and there were large blank areas for our illustrations. We were supposed to include so many vocabulary words, and have so many pages. The covers that we made were then laminated, and the books bound together. I've got about 100 of these books up in my parents attic. One day I dug them out, only to discover that every single story I wrote was more or less the same. "The fox baby fell and broke its arm, but then it was OK, it grew up and had babies, and they died, but the fox ate a sandwich. The end". ...Or, "The princess was in a coma, with a broken leg. When she woke up, her parents were dead. But then she had a baby, and they ate cake. The end". My mom watched too many soap operas.
Thanks Diana. These fingers sure needed some typing.
And now I have to tag 7 other bloggers, who may or may not be thankful for the writing assignment. If you decide not to participate, no feelings will be hurt :) So, that being said, I choose...
-"Haunted by Lucielle - PRINT 5 x 7 by Bee Joynes", by Witchetty, $7.00
-"Echo8 Space Shuttle Sighting number 005ST - 8x8 TTV Photograph", by echo8, $15.00.