Update update

Today seems a bit, well, unreal. Or is it surreal. I’m awake, I’m moving and doing and have that sense of accomplishment but I don’t exactly know why. Hmm. I have done a couple of nice things in last couple of days tho….

My drawing class was lovely. My instructor spoke briefly about drawing, pencils, shading, and course objectives. And then she gestured to a table cluttered with random objects and said “get started”. Um. So we did. And she walked around talking about our drawings. I was surprised how much I enjoyed the class. Of course, the more practice the better. Haven’t drawn yet today but the day isn’t over.

Oooo….Today was weigh in day for Weight Watchers. I lost! All is right in the world again! (Heehee). Yesterday I tried the WW site’s questionnaire to see which program I would be sorted into (I suppose it is just me, but in my head I hear a tatty hat crying,”Better be Gryffindore!”). It was purple. Change is good.

Maybe it that’s it… The weight loss has given that feeling of accomplishment! That makes sense. Still, from my to do list: today I am to finish the two pairs of earrings on my work table and start on a large statement sort of necklace. I should do that. Right. Best get started.

I did get these earrings listed:

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/754459022/large-black-and-gray-polymer-clay-dangle?ref=shop_home_active_1&frs=1

Off to work. Thank you for reading!

Tonight

Tonight I is my first drawing class. I’ve had spotty art lessons all my life, but I don’t remember a drawing lesson. So this is something very new for me. I’ve mentioned it before, but it is worth saying/writing again… I have a mental block about drawing. I’ve decided it is long past time to get past childhood bullies. Don’t know if I have any talent or potential, but I plan on having fun trying!

Today’s polymer clay piece:

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/749196947/bold-shapes-and-textured-polymer-clay?ref=shop_home_active_27&frs=1

Thanks for reading! Wish me luck!

Books, WW Blue and more..

Oh Dear.

Three days into the new year and I’m floundering. “The best laid plans of mice and men”… etc etc…

One of my first areas of ‘needs improvement’ for this year was my book spending. A couple of yeas ago, I was a regular library goer. Once a week, like in my childhood, I selected my pile of books, (always one or two more than I could possibly read in a week), and contentedly read thru the days. I realized that I had completely fallen away from this positive habit. Not that I had stopped reading mind you, I just purchased the books. Of course, there is nothing wrong with buying books – within reason. A caveat I kinda forgot about.

With that in mind, I made a promise to myself – library. But then I remembered an author I have a dickens of a time trying to find – Ovidia Yu. A couple of years ago I read her first Aunty Lee mystery and haven’t found her since. Well. I found her yesterday. And reasonably priced.

Next on the list: WW weigh in. I weight in at home. Crud. Need I say more?

I did however, accomplish one thing on my list, I posted my latest earrings:

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https://www.etsy.com/listing/752791736/deep-blue-dangle-earrings-polymer-clay?ref=shop_home_active_1&frs=1

Oh well, A little improvement is better than none.

Thank you for reading!

Christmas Eve

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I got to thinking about one of my favorite childhood beliefs. Somewhere, sometime, somehow, I was told that at midnight on Christmas Eve, animals can speak. (I mean our languages not theirs.). I not only believed, I wanted to have a conversation.

I remember asking my mom about our pets. I got her usual eye roll and snort,
“They do not speak. Go to bed.”

I tried dad.
“I want to talk to Ophelia, (my guinea pig), at midnight. You have to get me up in time to hear her.”
Dad, who always sort of understood about such stuff, said:
“Sweetheart, I can’t get you up because you might run into Santa. I’ll talk to her for you. Go to bed now.”

Thus assured, off to bed I went.

In the morning, I asked dad what Ophelia said.
“She said Merry Christmas and then fell back asleep.”

Mom rolled her eyes and snorted.

A couple of years ago, after a couple of eggnogs, I prodded my dachshunds awake at midnight.
“Merry Christmas!”

They rolled their eyes and snorted.

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Have a magical holiday everyone!

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

Hoarding Points

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!

Too long without clay

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.

hmm

I think I’ll set up my work area. To the clay.

A New Start. Again.

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.