Pleasantries

Pleasantries. I love that word.
You run into someone at the grocery and you exchange pleasantries.
You meet an acquaintance for coffee – pleasantries.
A friend for lunch? First come the pleasantries.
The last couple of days, I have been fighting a nasty cold. I have avoided the news, the bills, the house cleaning, and instead focused on taking vitamins and resting (and reading). In short – living the pleasantries.
My head cold adverted, I’m up and functioning. No more pleasantries.
Drat.
I had high hopes for today. My WW purple would have kicked in showing a lovely loss. I would have finished my sketch from last night, (we started charcoal. Which I loved), over a very sensible breakfast. Then yoga, followed by shoe shopping. A short break for an espresso then blogging and clay. Wonderful. In short, the pleasantries tinted version of life.
The truth – –
Had nightmares. The dogs woke me up far too early for an emergency bathroom trip. Recycling didn’t pick up today. Dragged the full bin back into the garage. Realized I left my charcoal pencils in the classroom last night. Added too much black to my turquoise clay and created a sickly mud. The news…cant even go there. The icing on my cake? A text from my sister requiring a specific time to receive her phone call. I’d rather study current affairs.
Now, sitting at my kitchen table with Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries on TV, I am reminiscing about the pleasantries.
Well.
It’s still earlyish. Come what may. Thanks for reading. Today’s photo, bold reds and all:

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/736696186/very-bold-and-beautiful-red-and-burgundy?ref=shop_home_active_23&frs=1

Restless

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”,
“Exhale completely…”
***Woofel!***
“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:

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/748623979/navy-and-grey-granite-polymer-clay?ref=shop_home_active_33&frs=1

Boxes

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!

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/746756641/navy-blue-large-dangle-polymer-clay?ref=shop_home_active_14&frs=1

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.