I just realized I haven’t blogged for a over a week.
I haven’t listed anything new on my Etsy site.
I haven’t IG’ed. (Is that a verb now? Don’t know.)
It isn’t that I am depressed, or sad, or really even that busy with holiday preparations. I just haven’t, well, felt like it. No reason. I just seem to want sit on the couch with a nice cup of coffee or wine depending on the time of day.
Whenever I am in one of these moods, (shall I call it a malaise? a funk? sulking? – no – all those are sorta right and sorta wrong), I reach for my Harry Potter books.
I know I am a grown up. (Very grown up if the truth be told.) But there are indeed times when to escape to J. K. Rowling’s world is just what I seem to need. I’ll pick a book at random and keep reading until it is time to stop. And I’ll realize it is time blog, list items in Etsy, and in general, come back to reality. This time, I’m just in time for the holiday!
A peek at the last pair of earrings I listed:
I always seem to be altering something in my life.
Jobs for one. I was once the corporate employee. For quite awhile. Then not.
I’ve done retail. Part time because I really don’t think I could ever handle a full time retail job.
Then of course there are the “self improvement” moments. Scrupulous about taking my vitamins and sticking to WW. (Closely followed by mouthfuls of ice cream eaten out of the pint container.)
I could go on, but the point today is to say: No matter what, I always return to clay. And that is sort of changing too. Or perhaps evolving.
When I started, I made rather small and intricate pieces. I still do technique driven pieces such as:
I do like the above ring… quite a bit actually … however, I find myself drawn to the design driven pieces:
Minimal and asymmetrical. Yep. That is definitely what I am gravitating towards these days. Perhaps that means I’m streamlining? I don’t know. I do know I am really enjoying this current tangent. I think it will be fun to see where it goes – and how it changes.
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.