Yesterday was my first day back in the studio.
MIL flew back to England on Friday and so it was all systems go on Saturday.
Well, that’s a small fib really as I didn’t get out of bed until 11, then we sat around watching West Ham take a thrashing from Sunderland until P left for London at 1. (I don’t know why he tortures himself this way.) Of course then we needed lunch, but, by 3 p.m. it was all systems go.
That’s when I kicked myself that I didn’t get going earlier.
In the pottery room I poured water onto the dried out clay. Did I mention I’ve been hearing the pottery call for a while now? And looked around at the green-ware already made.
At the jewelry bench I took my time. I touched all my tools, bounced in the chair a few times, just to remind it who’s in charge, and then I organized all my bits and pieces into some kind of order.
Then, just as I sat down to begin a jewelry order, I looked over at the painting corner and got a bit excited at the prospect of getting out my new Christmas paint brushes and what I could do with the new canvasses P bought me, while thinking about my half sewn quilt abandoned due to holiday visitors that only just went home …
I haven’t even told you about the doll’s house.
Good grief. I think I’ve just thought myself to a grinding stop.
I need to stop worrying that I wont be able to fit in all the things I want to do, and just do them.
Man, that Nike girl had the right attitude didn’t she?
The only way to victory is to just do it.
Oh, and get yourself a pair of wings.
Being sick and also trapped in the MIL corner was a bit of a bummer in the whole boredom area. It meant a lot of internet browsing and spontaneous, poor me, purchases. Don’t tell P. Hopefully they’ll all arrive before he gets back.
To be honest, he just rolls his eyes. As though there’s no hope for me, or him come to that. But, I know that these beautiful things were made just for me. They were just waiting for me to find them.
I mean, look at it. Don’t you think that was made for me?
I also had to get some more stones.
Because everyone needs one of these, right?
Or four in my case.
And, now it’s time to get back to finishing a bracelet and, hopefully, start on a pair of interestingly different earrings.
To all of you reading this. Don’t worry about me … I’m perfectly sane really, I just have a bit of a, I’ve got to do everything because it’s too exciting not to, but how the hell am I going to fit it all in, problem.
Happy Sunday Y’all.
(And now I’m a Texan! Will the madness never end … )
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“Good grief. I think I’ve just thought myself to a grinding stop”
Ooh! I do that too… Good tht you figured out the ‘cure’ though 🙂 When you find a decent wing-stockist, could you let me know?
will do 😉