I can't believe I forgot to show you all! I have new hair! Well, newly dyed hair. I did this last week. I had been debating between this and black and I suppose you can tell which won!
When I was younger my mom had a prism hanging in one of the giant picture windows of my great grandmother's house where we lived while Nanny (that's what we called our great grandmother) was in the nursing home. The way it cast rainbows all over the living room fascinated me to no end. It was a fixation that has lasted with me all these years into 'adulthood'. If you can call it that.... I still feel weird being called an adult, but that's another story for another time, lol.
Fast forward until toward the end of last year when I wandered to a Craftwarehouse for only the second time in my life and ended up right in the middle of their year end sale! They had lots of things at great prices, but one thing that got me rather tickled was a display full of prisms. Hearts, tear drops, spheres and others dripping off of densely packed hooks! I couldn't resist bringing a few home and hanging them all over in my kitchen window. The Pacific Northwest, though, tends to have much cloud cover and raininess for a decent chunk of the year and it was several weeks before I got to see the rainbows that mesmerized me when I was younger. When I did, though I actually giggled out loud.
Apparently I've been keeping this from you! Well, more likely I had forgotten I'd taken this picture in the flurry of things going on of late. My day job has gotten busier (not more business, just more things to do unfortunately), spring planting is starting to pick up (more pictures on that later, I managed to get one of my flower beds started!), activities and working on making this whole Etsy thing go ... somewhere.
This morning was a wonderful sunshiney one so I decided to traipse about the yard taking update pictures of the garden. You might remember earlier when I was lamenting the possible demise of my white bleeding hearts. Well, I'm pleased to announce that they've survived!
Not only have they survived, but they're headed up already... and February is not even over yet!
It was foggy (humidity) this morning again and I didn't set my hair last night (lazy pants, lazy pants!) so I fell back on this lovely tutorial by Super Kawaii Mama that I found a while back.
About one week before Christmas this past year my boyfriend decided to ask for 'thin, not bulky, warm gloves' as one of his gifts. It took some creative question asking to see what he meant by that but eventually it came down to this: just plain gloves with a low profile that are actually warm.
I've been away from home! The boyfriend and I have packed up the dog and gone out to a little cabin for the weekend for some much needed alone time (we're currently renting out our spare room).
Lots of pictures to follow!!
But then my computer ated them.
So! Tomorrow. Tomorrow you will have pictures of my knitting along with the blog post meant for them!
As I was driving to work this morning I got to thinking. It started with drums and got to singing which lead me to thinking about my high school choir career.
Way back in the before time I was a choir girl at my high school. I was .. or am... also afflicted with the tendency to blush at the drop of a hat, but it was worse back then. I'd turn beet red if even a little bit of attention was being paid to me by people I wasn't familiar with or if a lot of attention was being paid to me by people I was familiar with. So, when the teacher asked me to try out for 'Alegra', which was the elite choir at our not so large high school, I declined to do so out of pure mortification.
Being in Alegra meant an audition which I had a difficult enough time doing just for the mixed choir without passing out. Being in Alegra also meant a small group, which translated to more solos per person which was right out. It took my brain a short trip to envision what that would be like! Visions of an entire stadium filled with hard critics armed with smelly tomatoes and slimy cabbage welled up in my mind. Looking back now I realize that it was actually a small high school auditorium which was probably only one quarter full. The seats weren't filled with difficult, compost weilding critics, but parents. Parents who for the most part were there to be supportive, not to be derisive of a bunch of kids.
Of course now I wonder why I couldn't have just gone for it. I know that it was all in my own mind now and I don't think I could've convinced my former self to do it for all the gold in the world anyway. It's funny how much less we care about who's paying attention to us 'making a fool of ourselves' the older we get. It's hilarious to note what constitutes 'making a fool of ourselves' now versus back then as well.
Do any of you have similar stories? Have you mellowed with age, as it were?
I've been thinking a lot about my Etsy page lately. I had a rare bout of apparent ambitiousness a few weeks ago when I needed something for my skin and wound up making cold cream. "Why don't I sell this?" says I. I've been trying to, and I realize that I'm still 'new' and need to be patient but I'm wondering if I need to expand the types of items I have.
Sure, I have some flowers I can put up, but really I need to wait for spring to see where they are as far as health and... uhm... geographically some of them (some of the bulbs are all mixed up and unlabeled right now). Beside that I need to get good pictures of a few of them anyhow....
Er... back on point! I was thinking about adding soap and/or lip balm (tube style) and/or liquid soaps and/or deodorant powders to the bath section. I don't know if I've scatter-shotted myself to death or I'm just that indecisive, but for the life of me I can't figure out where to start!
Though, I have decided one thing. I am going to make some set 'flavors' in basic tins/tubs to go along with the refillable ones I have listed. I have a feeling that might help a bit.
Apparently it's meant to be a foggy week!
Since I'll probably talk about them a lot in the future, I just wanted to introduce Creepy and Thor. Ok, so Creepy isn't really her name. I named her Audi A4 but my boyfriend, lovely as he is, refused to call her that, lol. We called her kitty for a while but she's just so weird that I started calling her creepy. She's 'crawl sideways up the arms of the couch and fall off again' creepy. But we love her.
Finally! I am nearly better. Better enough to drag myself out to work this morning only to be surprised by this:
Sorry for the lack of posts, I've gone and managed to get sick - I hope to be well soon, though and posts shall resume as normal then!