So here's the conundrum-- my love of Christmas cheer plus my very small space did not add up to a livable/workable environment. Solution-- I made my own little tree! I designed it such that it can all be taken apart and stack flat for storage. I had so much fun rounding up my tiny treasures to decorate it with! And I already had the little house for the top (you can go here for directions to make your own), which perfectly covered the bolt that holds the whole tree together. I'm thinking I'll put together some instructions for the stacking tree after the whirlwind of holiday activities has blown past. In the meantime, my list is long and I'm mighty grateful for that!
Hope you're all feeling the spirit!
(But if you're just not that's okay too. I'll still like you.)
Just finished a little Wintery batch. I was in an icy-blue mood. Needed some wings and bunny ears to melt my cold cold heart. And so it is that this trio, guaranteed to thaw even the frostiest among us, is here.
I made some new stuff last week too, only I failed to share them here in Bloglandia. I think Facebook has sucked me into some sort of time vortex, leaving little time for other endeavors. If you miss me, you'll probably find me over there. But be warned. . . time vortex.
I'm forever trying to figure out how to better mange my time. Apparently, working ALL the time isn't good (even if that work is fun). Working ALONE all the time is apparently not conducive to having any sort of social life, and one might find oneself talking to one's creations a little bit TOO much. Not good. And if super-happy-creative-funtime always wins over time-to-pay-the-bills time, and numbers make me itch, and there's homework and paperwork and what-the-heck-does-this-even-mean work, and practice-the-guitar and learn-something-new-every-day, and make sure to exercise/take-your-vitamins/meditate/journal/bask-in-gratitude/get-out-there-and-meet-people because it's good for you, and you're not getting any younger, and today is the first day of the rest of your life, and , and, and. . .
So I'm doing my damnedest to find that balance that apparently exists. . . somewhere. Doesn't it?
In the meantime, Lulu and I will be in our blanket fort.