A bit overwhelmed this weekend with all I've got on my plate. In fact, so much so that I took some things off my list completely. The Etsy shop I have set up and had planned on stocking this weekend with a ton of items (mostly decorative tinware) . . . it ain't gonna happen. And I'm OK with that. I think I would have accomplished much more this weekend had I not been slammed with a bout of depression. I'm currently on estrogen for my hot flashes, but I might have to call into the doctor about adding progesterone to help battle the downtimes. They don't happen all that often, but when they do, they're crippling. And I don't have time to shut down. (Random photo above of the wall in my laundry room, a quilting of scrapbook paper glued to the wall.)
For Jesse's wedding coming up September 17, I'm making some birds to sit in the rafters of the reception pavilion. They'll be holding a banner in their beaks. I bought Halloween crows at Michaels (the kind covered with black feathers) and have just about papier mached them completely. Then they'll get a coat of paint and a decorative treatment. Love 'em.
One of the fun things about Harleigh's room at school is that we really didn't finish it. She wanted a giant mirror to lean against a wall. Those suckers are expensive. And we couldn't find one that fits in with her decor. Not until I made a pit stop at Goodwill yesterday! Saw this for $25, slapped a sold tag on it, and sent her a picture. She loves it! It isn't exactly the width we were ultimately wanting (we wanted something huge, like a museum painting!), but with all this gold filagree . . . perfect! Needs a few touch-ups with a gold paint pen and we're good to go.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.