Slowly slipping…

This personal craft and blog site ban at work has put an embargo on my blogging and by the time we get home, I am trying to get the kids aroundfor bed, lavish attention on my “neglected” husband, and try to relax or work on my new business. I feel that my crafty mojo is slipping.

Oh no!

I have many WIPs going and the hat season is about to start. I have some strong hints on my facebook about bearded beanies, animal hoodies, booties… Right now, I am working on some flower curtains from a friend’s request. I forget who the original maker was but here is what I have so far on my 130″ panels.

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I think 50 or so more flowers and maybe a couple butterflies for a 130″ panel. There are a couole other things I have on my to do list…a garland curtain of pom poms and butterflies and some baby items for a friend who is expecting. Super excited for what I curated for her! It’s a secret for now since she hasn’t officially announced it. I’ll post some sneaky peeks though!

I’m gathering my bearings this weekend after my little guy’s third birthday and the piles of school paperwork to fill out. Hopefully this holiday weekend will be good to get some soaping in as well, along with some new products since the holidays are upon us and gift buying is in full swing.

Happy crafting!

Gap of Ages

Today we went shopping for my oldest heading into high school and also tomorrow is my toddler’s third birthday. A look forward in time is that when my oldest is due to graduate, my young one will be just starting school. whoa!

I hadn’t intended for there to be such a range of age between my children. I got pregnant at 18 with the “love of my {teen} life”. Certainly not planned, even with precautionary measures. My mother warned me about it, as most mothers, I suspect, do. I wouldn’t change it for the world. My oldest, Diego (what he wants us to call him, not his given name) is more amusing and witty than most adults. No bias here. We really get all kinds of unsolicited comments about how fabulously loved he is. I just happen to agree with them.

After getting married at 27 to the real love of my life (and by real, I mean that I really knew what love should be and is), we decided to be prudent and finish school, start careers, buy a house…you get the drift. Put our ducks in a row. Have a child. I was hoping by the time we were 30 but that came and went with pressing questions of who what why where and when baby this and that. There’s a lot of pressure on a newly wedded couple!

Yet, my lil D was planned in all aspects! I quit smoking because my hubs said I had to and I didn’t want to but I wanted a baby so much! I exercised and ate right and vitamin-ed myself up. anything that said prepare for baby, I did. Until the day we were going theough the car wash and my oldest was going on and freaking out with the dog, I said I didn’t want more kids and the hubs said it was too late for that. And true that, I was with child.

Three years ago, I went into birthing my baby the actual day he was was due. According to my dr. that happens in about 5% of births. Lil D was born at 3:11 a.m. after just a bit over 15 hours. Record after the 33 with Diego, whew! I couldn’t be more than happy! Amazing how time just flies. My boys have just grown so fast, I feel like I want to slow-mo life and savor every minute. Do you feel that way, too?

So tomorrow we are celebratinf a birthday and heading off to High school Freshman orientation. What a world apart! New adventures abound!

Oops…I think I’m in Love…

I did something I didn’t think I would ever do. I became an in-home party consultant.

(moanin’ & groanin’)

It wasn’t long ago that I held a small disdain for such business opportunities. Not for me and I always felt a bit of obligation to have them for my friends who had such businesses. I like to be supportive AND I usually like to buy the products. Jewelry, yes. Cookware, ooo more yes. Most recently, Thirty-One… TOTES Awesome! (hehheee)

I LOVE Thirty-One. I’m such a bag lady. I have a purse collection that rivals my shoe collection. And I’m not even a fashionista kind of girl. I cannnnnot get over the amount of baggage I have carried over the years. There are bags and purses for everything in my life. I stash tiny little things to carrying around full-on WIPs. No lie, my purses and bags are like their own kind of Russian nesting dolls each fitting inside the other perfectly coordinated and/or matching set. I have a smidge of a problem…

But this isn’t about Thirty-One. A monkey can’t sell bananas.

This is amount a much momentous occasion that I had at a friend’s house where I was lamenting over how I was tired of going to work. I’m not tired of working although I do often fantasize about retiring before I’m 40, (okay maybe, 50 is more realistic!) I just absolutely YEARN for something that I don’t dread going to. Don’t get me wrong; I LOVE what I do. Love, love, love….I always wanted to be an artist/designer. I just don’t want to continue to have to get up so early and then spend 45 minutes driving to my job and be away from my baby all day long, only to get to see him for an hour or so before he goes to sleep and then I schlep away at my freelancing for a life that is crammed to the brim of life that I’m trying to enjoy.

THERE HAS GOT TO BE A BETTER WAY! And there is. Back to my lament. With all that is going on with my life, I had some re-evaluation to do. I thought I was going to start a store. I looked for retail space and that was kinda a no go. I thought I was going to really beef up my etsy shop and I have, but my hubs wanted me to do something that was a bit more substantial. He wants me to get a better job. At least something part-time before I decide to stop working full-time. However, I’m not digging the idea of getting another job, even a better job.

So I finally let go of the notion that I’m going to “get” a better job. I’m not really after that. In any case, I went on a bit of tangent and after this particular party, my friend thought that I would be a very good demonstrator for parties. So, I thought about it for a month til I had my own party. And that was the clincher. I love to learn things and talk to people about learning things. I love to have fun and hang out with my friends. And I like doing these things on my own schedule. 

So. You wanna know that I joined a fabulous company that Empower, Educates and Entertains? I joined something that is classy and sassy and I will totally rock? Just to warn you, I’m not AT ALL shy! I loved the whole idea of someone coming to my house and talking to me and my friends about things most people find taboo or at least are too shy to talk about with others. I loved the whole intimate part of educating people about their bodies and personal business. So I decided to make it my personal business!

Join me as I begin my journey as a Pure Romance consultant.

This will be probably the only time I really talk about this here. I’m going to keep this blog about all my craftmania. I just had to share. My goal with this new venture is that I get to have more free time doing what I really want to do after spending time with my family: crafting. 😀 And who doesn’t want more of that!!

One Step at a Time

“…it’s like this. Sometimes, when you’ve a very long street ahead of you, you think how terribly long it is and feel sure you’ll never get it swept. And then you start to hurry. You work faster and faster and every time you look up there seems to be just as much left to sweep as before, and you try even harder, and you panic, and in the end you’re out of breath and have to stop–and still the street stretches away in front of you. That’s not the way to do it.

You must never think of the whole street at once, understand? You must only concentrate on the next step, the next breath, the next stroke of the broom, and the next, and the next. Nothing else.

That way you enjoy your work, which is important, because then you make a good job of it. And that’s how it ought to be.

And all at once, before you know it, you find you’ve swept the whole street clean, bit by bit. what’s more, you aren’t out of breath. That’s important, too… (28-29)”
Michael Ende, Momo