I can’t focus today. Restless. At sixes and sevens. Even so, I’ve decided to sit down and try to concentrate. Maybe writing will help me back on track.
I thought a bit of yoga would help. I pulled out the mat and cued up my favorite follow-at-home-yoga on youtube. I lit my brand new wonderful meditation candle (from StarDustRemedies). Lastly, before I started, I bribed our dogs into their kennels (they are very sweet and try very hard to help me in my positions. (Although I think they may actually be giggling at me.)). I turned on the video and heard *Snort* . I replied “yoga girls”.
“Welcome my friends. lets sit in a…”,
*snortal* / “yoga girl”,
“comfortable position. Breathe deeply, filling…”,
*yarp* / “yoga”,
“all sides of the lungs..”,
**arf** / “Yoga”,
I did the moves anyway. I say ‘moves’ because I can’t really say my focus was there.
On the bright side, I’ve just realized how late in the afternoon it is. Must be happy hour. And there’s wine chilling in the frig. Best idea I’ve had all day. Yep, I’ll try blogging tomorrow. or the next day.
P. S. a bracelet for today:
Yesterday my aging, blind dachshund had a full dental.
Obviously, she needed to be knocked out for the cleaning. I know it can be dangerous, but of course it is necessary. (If I think about it, I’ve had my share of deep dental cleanings and “mild procedures” during which I would have preferred to be unconscious. Really for most of them. All of them. But I digress.) She did wonderfully with no extractions! When Dave brought our groggy girl home and she dined on a little chicken and water. After a chaperoned tour of the backyard, she came in and promptly fell asleep on her favorite pillow.
Meanwhile, I had come across a Librarians movie marathon. As the first movie got underway, I made popcorn and settled down for the duration. Just as Noah was hacking his way thru the jungle, I heard an odd sound from the floor. My dear dachshund was lurching to her feet. Thinking she needed help for an outdoor trip, I called for Dave. She was very unsteady and staggered towards me. She bounced against the couch, my leg, the couch, my ankle and then sat down hard. Alarmed, I looked to Dave. He shrugged and said, “give her some popcorn,”. Sure enough, The scent of popcorn had revived our girl! huwa!
I made a mistake today. I thought I had to work 12 -8. Did my usual morning routine, said byebye to Dave and my dogs, drove to work. To find out my shift actually starts at 4p. Ooops and yipee! Even though one manager and one supervisor offered to find ‘stuff’ for me to do, I ran for it! I feel like a kid being sent home early from school because the snow was falling too fast.
What to do?
Well, there are Golden Girls reruns that could be watched. Start work on a special order. Coffee and a snack? Yes to it all!
Even though I will have to drive back soon.. what a treat!
By the way… Another piece from my Etsy shop:
Have fun today… at least for a couple of hours…
There is something absolutely delightful about staying home on – as Pooh would say – a blustery day. I was going to go to this coffee shop I know. I’ve been there once, it was very pleasant. I wanted to make it a Thursday morning thing. This Thursday morning it was blustery, but the rain had stopped. I decided make myself presentable and drive to the coffee shop. No mocha today, just a nice coffee. I dressed and looked out to rain/sleet/snow. Suddenly the shop seemed oh so far away and my own coffee pot was so nearby. Today I’ll have to make my own and cuddle the dogs.
Today’s peek of my Etsy shop:
I fear I am becoming far too delighted by boxes.
As I slowly add more items to my little Etsy shop, it occurs to me: What if something sells? One must have a box. A proper gift box. Wait…. Different size gift boxes! Maybe with a stamp..nonono…a sticker! Yes, must be a sticker!
Naturally, as more and more boxes of boxes began to arrive, I suddenly thought: “Hey. I need shipping boxes. And in different sizes. ” (To match the different size gift boxes of course.).
And thus it continued. Until the other night. After searching office supply stores and various internet shops, I found the suitably petite, but not tiny, shipping box for maybe a pair of earrings. I held the newly arrived box out to Dave. “Look. It’s perfect!”. Dave: “unhuh”.
Okay, so maybe I’m a bit much with the box thing. But I am now prepared to double box anything. With matching stickers.
I’m returning…as I usually do…to update my dusty blog after too many months away…..
Let’s see…. What has happened?…
As usual, life continues. Everything happens and yet nothing is new. One great big happy: I lost a little over 20 pounds with WW. I still need to lose 10 more but I took a break from tracking when I got a part time job. I’m managing to maintain with a few little bounces, (I’ll go up a pound or two then I’ll take it down), and I plan to get back on the program very soon. And I need to lay off my great seasonal downfall – candy corn.
But the big news for this late October is: I’ve reopened my etsy shop! I’m restocking very nearly every day! Most of my items are new, with a couple of older pieces thrown in the mix.
so …. check me out at https://www.etsy.com/shop/ValerieCheski?re
I set up my work area. It is bright and happy with my dachshunds napping nearby. It’s cold and horrid outside, but I don’t have to go anywhere and it is warm and cozy inside. Settled down. Comfy chair. Poked at a bit of clay. Sat and stared. Decided I wanted a snack.
A snack. That is what brings me to today’s topic.
Last week, I rejoined Weight Watchers (aka WW). I used a new screen name and account to symbolize my fresh restart. (The last time neither my heart nor mind were really into the program and therefore failed.) Of course, I have been a bit obsessive about the program; working out recipes, tracking steps, and logging my points. The free style program is pretty easy – flexible with about a gazillion zero point foods. If there should be a special occasion, say Valentine’s Day, one merely saves her points for the celebration. And today I believe I have discovered an eating trigger: Can’t connect with clay? Snack! (For some reason I see an everything bagel, still warm, with butter and cream cheese. (I can save up the points but I’m also gluten-free. Crud.)) Well.
So today has not been a brilliantly successful day claywise. On the other hand, I’ve learned a lot dietwise. And still, I could do something with clay this evening? It could work… hmmm … there’s also tomorrow… But today was still a start!
It has been at least 4 months since I have created anything. Not touched a single lump of clay. Today was to have been my return to the table.
I did some laundry today.
a bit of exercise.
went thru the mail…
So I’m blocked. Or just not .. I don’t know.
I read this wonderful passage in Auntie Poldi and the Sicilian Lions by Mario Giordano
“I’m not looking, I’m finding,” she declared, and strode boldly off through the dust and the smell of sulphur.
“That’s what Picasso said,” she explained to me in September. “That’s the way he worked: simply take the plunge and see where you end up… “You’ve got to find, not look. Stay open, be receptive, be ready for anything, know what I mean?…”
Okay, so the point is it’s best not have a preconceived notion of what you want to create, (or in Auntie Poldi’s situation how to solve a murder or 2), but rather the ability to simply see what you need to see.
I think I’ll set up my work area. To the clay.
Over a year has passed since I have appeared here on my blog/website. What has happened? Well, basically everything.
I had my very own shop for a year. I was very unsure of myself at first, then slowly built up my own confidence, and finally had something I was, (and still am), proud to say was all mine. It was visited by some very lovely and wonderful people. I made a few friends. And then the year was over and gone.
I threw my back out in the process of moving everything back into the house. The quiet time needed to restore my back forced me to slow down for a bit and reflect on everything. I realized how much time I actually spent at the store. (It was just me, six days a week 10AM to 8PM (12 – 5 on Sundays). Huh.) I loved finding my own look and feel for my store. It was quite fun talking to my customers. My house is now terribly dusty. There is a lot to enjoy about retail. I still have not lost those thirty pounds. And my dachshunds could use a diet too. On a related subject, I missed cooking. What’s more, I had stopped making any new jewelry early last November and have not returned to my clay. I want to move my creations to the next level but how? and what? it will be fun and challenging to find my new direction. And the living room carpet really must be removed and replaced with bamboo flooring.
As you can see, I’ve had plenty to contemplate.
I’ve made small steps as my back has healed. Mainly the household stuff: The house considerably less dusty, I’ve been cooking to my heart’s delight, the younger of my 2 dachshund girls is looking leaner and trimmer already (the older gal has taken to glaring at me. I know how she feels). This week I have renewed my site (this one) and will soon be listing items on Etsy with links here. (These are items I had in my store but not online, or else I just showed them on my Instagram account (vmcheski if you’re interested!).).
I have a lot more to catch up on, but hey, its a new start. Again.
I am still in shock but…. Thanksgiving is this coming Thursday!!!! How crazy is that?? So…just to let you know:
The Shops at Worthington Place will be closed on November 23, Thanksgiving Day.
Our hours will be 9 am-9 pm on Black Friday (November 24) and Small Business Saturday (November 25).
Have a great Thanksgiving and happy shopping!