Sunday, October 19, 2014


yes yes and yes!  (from the etsy shop of Motivational Type)
Yesterday was the Best Day Ever…but that was yesterday.  today, will be the Best Day Ever!
Having decided to unload a bunch of Stuff,  new homes for it have been popping up everywhere!  so today I'm headed to the last day of the Margaret Bourke-White exhibit, then to lunch with my Best Brother Ever and his fabulous wife - bro's birthday.  After that…packing up some shiny gemstones to mail out to their new home(s)!  I have 100 lunch bag size ziplocks - hope that's enough!  
Henry & I just went for a walk through the woods path, and boy is it ever getting crispy out! Hoping to capture the duck soon, before the pond freezes…all her buddies came and went, after a short stopover.  even the heron is gone.  so time to put plan B into effect.  soon as I figure out what plan B is.  Right now - plan C for Coffee!
Have the Best Day Ever!


Friday, October 17, 2014

Best Day Ever! Again!

I have had some serious Best Days Ever these past few months…pushing through monsters and fears and things that make me want to say "oh, no thank you."  but fight and punch and push i did, and came out with some of my Best Days Ever! sometimes it was huge, sometimes it was a small victory - or rather what some might think of as small.  or not even something to have victory over.  like going to brunch with a group of 15 women that i don't know.  shaky shaky, but it was the Best Ever, and now I have a group of new friends.  organizing dinner and movies with the women on the block…not scary at all, but a Best Day Ever.  tonight - Best Night Ever!  raced from work to a dark parking lot downtown and overpaid for parking, but the attendant asked if i was going to be walking back alone and when i said yes, she made me MADE me park near the booth.  i walked to the hockey game alone, and met up with my brother & his wife.  It was incredible.  and even though i left my phone in the car by accident, the night was amazing & worry-free.  i talked about it non-stop at work - "I'm going to the hockey game!" all day.  it was the Best Night Ever!  Tomorrow will be another Best Day Ever! a hair appointment with Amy, then the Salt Market, then making goulash for my neighbor who is on bedrest for Lyme disease or staph - they haven't figured it out yet.  okay, so it wasn't enough to go to the game?? but the friendly man in front of me just retired from the local college - yes, the one I called today TODAY to find out about some classes.  his wife, who sat with him, is head of financial aid.  yes she is.  and the man in front of them?  head of the student counseling department.  now that was a mighty mighty set up, don't you agree?  how many pieces had to fall into place for that to happen?? my brother had to buy a voucher on a discount site for 2 hockey tickets, then decide to ask me if i wanted to go.  I had to say yes, even though i worked today and the game started 30 minutes after i got off work.  normally, i need more breathing time in between stuff, but i said yes.  i had to forget my phone in the car (who DOES that??) so i would be free to chat with this man, Ken, during intermission - when coincidentally, my brother and his wife decided to walk around for a bit.  an amazing chain of events, and that was just to get me there!  so you can see why i say Best Day Ever for some seemingly mundane things.  it just blows my mind to think of the Divine Planning.  i wonder of God slaps His head some times and says Oy Vey when things worked out, but were a close call.  so tomorrow, i can't wait to see what chain of events will string together.  Sunday is purge day!  need any rusty stuff, or jewelry making supplies?
also, i plan to make a list of the Best Days since May.  there are a lot.
maybe a clarification.
I am sensitive to clinical depression.  and nasty germs and disease trying to take over an outlook, a body.  I truly truly am.  I am traveling that road myself, with trolls under bridges and dragons to slay.  what i was saying was more of a fascinated epiphany within myself…that when i feel my steps slowing, the chango-matic of my outlook could be achieved.  i ab.so.lutely did not mean to suggest that y'all are big fat fakers or lazy or enjoying a romp through the muck of despair.  you know me better, and i thank you for that.  i also thank you for sticking by me in the worst of times and in the best of times.  it's often harder in the best of times - nothing is worse than feeling down, and being around folks who are whistling a happy tune, right?
i'm in the middle of an epic re-purge, and Henry just mistook the cat for a tough toy, so it's time to go.
(from Taproot)

Thursday, October 16, 2014

"The struggle ends when the gratitude begins."
 - Neale Donald Walsch

I had a dream last night that was so good!  I struggled to remember every second of it, and despite having pen & paper by my bed, it was not meant to be.  pfft.  vapor.  but one image remained with me…opening The Big Box of crayons and thinking, "these are like my friends…each one different, yet each one amazing."  crazy, hunh? i remember just that.  and the feeling of gratitude that swelled.  all day i smiled as i thought about my periwinkle and navy blue and crimson and burnt sienna friends…actually my real friends in those colors - not the crayons.  i know, confusing.  but it was such a great way to wake up.  and i realized as i walked through the woods, that i have the ability to make each day wonderful.  no - not by magic or secret potion.  but by conjuring. no matter how bad the day is - even full on crap - at some point, you can make it better, or even fantastic, just by the turn of an attitude, or by sheer force of will.  now - before you start spitting at me, let me say that i know there are those close to me who are suffering some unthinkable medical and emotional stuff.  i am not Pollyanna and i am not suggesting that if you slap a smile on, then it's all so much better.  i'm saying that i have discovered that i have been wont to say "i woke up in a bad mood, so the day is crap."  Then living the day true to the prediction. Bringing the prophecy to light. Rather than noting that i feel that the day will be crap, but then changing it by taking some action to change it.  something like, walking in the woods expressly to find The Most Beautiful leaf, or by smiling hard and fake until i squeeze out an endorphin.  or by listing every single way the day is crap, and will stay crap, and may even get worse.  i sit with pencil and paper and a mug of coffee making a list.  it'll only go one of two ways.  and the power of the tilt lies in my hands.  it may not end up Scooby Doo fantastic whistle while you work, but it may just keep your toes on the upright side of the line.  and some days, that's enough and plenty.  and some days, i demand more.  so i had a long and elegant point, but now i'm exhausted - it's getting late and i have a long day tomorrow that includes a hockey game after work (!) thanks to my brother.  so the long & elegant point will have to wait.  but know that you are in control, even just a little bit sometimes, but enough most times.  and you are my favorite shade of grateful.

**ps:  I have too much of almost everything.  If you would like some assemblage materials or jewelry supplies, please email or comment.  they are not for sale.  they are a gift to you.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

there are no bad decisions - just results of decisions to live with, whether they be good, great, or different than you expected.  but any way you slice it, who's to say that the decision you made wasn't actually the "correct" one?  Ha!  let that run circles in your head for a while!
Meanwhile, it's been a week or so since i actually purged anything from my over-abundance, and i've noticed that the less you give, the less you get.  it's true.  as i sort of let the Tiny Step Initiative "rest" for a few days (telling myself that staring vacuously into the computer screen at Tiny Homes owned by other people - people who actually went out and built - counted as prep) as I let the TSI rest, i noticed a slight slip toward my old attitude and semi-defeatism.  it's okay to enjoy the Very Best Days of autumn & Indian summer, but the sourpuss cannot come back onto my face.  that is rule 1.  which is difficult in this house at this time, but there's nothing to be done about it for now.  am awaiting a ruling from a pirate wench as to a new arrangement.  and trying to cram a week's worth of essentials into a carryon.  now we'll see who's ready for tiny!

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Sitting outside on a warm day with the smell of Autumn surrounding me, and the wind whipping the leaves from the trees...Henry runs about chasing his ball. A perfect day!
... nothing is ever lost in this adventure of all adventures. The lessons and discoveries of every single life, no matter how large or small, difficult or easy, are added to the whole. Like stones in the base of a pyramid, they permanently raise and forever support every manner of adventure that follows. And so it is that the hearts of those who came first continue to beat in all subsequent generations forevermore. 

Monday, October 13, 2014

isn't THIS the coolest?? and nearby me.




an entire village of Tiny Houses that are amazing inside.  and they're all rentals.  built by the man in the picture.  Boiceville.  in Ithaca.

in other news, I'm reading Michael J. Fox's book Always Looking Up.  so far it's interesting, and the fact that he went from this healthy, active father, husband, movie star, TV star, etc etc, to dealing with Parkinson's every changing day is inspiring.  I want to bring my own sunshine…i want to surround myself with positivity.  and i've discovered the best way to do that is to BE the positive force.  i mean, every single person has a dumpy day or week or section of the road.  everyone does.  the difference is whether it becomes the norm, or if it doesn't.  and if the person seems intent on pulling at your ankles to bring you into the muck or not.  i have a deep undercurrent of ho-hum that licks at my heels.  but i try to blast it with happy, or at least a fake smile, to keep it at bay.  smiling is the best thing ever - it's like a magic chemistry is set in motion to release happy chemicals into your head.  as usual, not sure where this post is going, but the first word that popped into my head this morning, even before my eyes opened, was "Delight."  from nowhere - delight.  so i am expecting some delightful things today. it is de light all in here that makes me smile  :)
Last night was delightful - dinner and the movie Gone Girl for girl's night out.  a few of the other women commented that they were so thrilled that this group of us get together, because now they get to see movies that their husbands won't go to, and they themselves didn't want to go alone.  this makes me so happy to hear.  it is part of what i want to leave behind - to create community and empowerment in women.  even if it's just on my street!  but, as usual, i have a bigger idea…soon to be revealed. 
i wish you a delightful day, whatever delight means to you…be it a quiet day of tea and toast, or a loud, audacious day with trumpets blaring.  

Saturday, October 11, 2014

today

today was a perfect day … I had a million errands to run and got all but 1 done.  whew.  the weather was peak perfect for this time of year…in no order (obvs) i snuggled in with Hen on the couch this morning and we agreed to open our eyes very very slowly and let sleep drag into the first moments of the day, and then stretch stretch stretch…good coffee awaited me, and a squirrel to torment out back was Henry's wakeup.  a trip to the studio, and to visit dearests, then home to pack supplies for Lucky Star.  i decided to ship my paints ahead, so as to avoid arrest at the airport :)  Also, i'll now be able to have just a carryon, and won't have to wait thru the baggage line.  the packing ahead is tricky…trying to cram everything into one of those "if it fits it ships" boxes.  oy.  it's like trying to get into my jeans!  plus the guy on duty at our PO said I'd have to pack the box, then bring it in to be weighed.  HUH??? it says right on the box "any weight."  but i knew i'd get nowhere with him, so i just said okay and will go back on monday when Giselle is there.  plus she speaks french to me (or swears.  how would i know?)
so now to get some heating pads on my feet which are having themselves a fibro flare and not at all perfect.  maybe a glass or 2 of wine will help.  too bad i don't drink.
good and perfect evening to you!

Friday, October 10, 2014

never enough

I know a person who's entire outlook is fueled and colored by feeling that he is getting ripped off by life - that he doesn't have enough…that he must hoard possessions and demand that things go his way so that he will feel that he has gained something…added something…won something.  he gives his heart only when there is an assurance that he will get. it's sad to see and difficult to be around.  conversely, i know 2 women who gives so freely of everything…possessions, sincere & encompassing smiles,  hearts, light.  they are people that others crave to be around. they each have more than they could ever need because as they give, it blesses those receivers so darn much that they want to reciprocate.  their legacy is one of strong daylight, filtered through love.
Thank you Penny.  Thank you Charlotte.  your influence is my treasure.  may i pass it on with half the grace that you have shown me.

Tuesday, October 07, 2014

heads up that this blog may disappear - blogger is doing some bizarre things and making me link google accounts and asking for some very private info.  it took 10 minutes of wrangling to get here, and I hope it will post.  if you want to continue to read this blog if i change sites, please email me or post a comment, and i will be sure to update you if that happens.

Anyway - i came back here tonight to delete my previous post.  i mean - what was i thinking?  who knows?  a crappy-ish morning…maybe the eclipse…who knows.  but i remain ever hopeful in Tiny and me.  and now, for your listening pleasure….



(a big chunk of this post was deleted because it was just Too Crabby)
...I have spent too much time being a slave to my art supplies and studio space. i have too much "in case I feel like making with this" and Know with certainty that the very minute i decide to get rid of my jewelry making supplies, i will have a deep need to make jewelry.  but i have to pick, if i am to be light and travel worthy.  so today's Tiny Step will be to hone in on what i Love, and what I do even if i don't LOVE it, and what i don't love but keep anyway.  i think that's a week's worth of Tiny Steps!
be tiny, my friends... and in the tiny, you will find space for the perfect.

my friend Kim (WHO HAS A BIRTHDAY THIS WEEK) sent me a fantastic video, and i don't think she'd mind me sharing it with you, because it's just so true…

Monday, October 06, 2014

i've been working hard at remaining sunshiney…it's been so so easy these past months - since the Tiny Step Initiative was born.  and i must say it feels good to not propagate ugly…i've always been the type of person who needs to incessantly "talk it out" when something tilts my world, but lately that practice doesn't seem to serve a purpose in my life anymore.  yes - i do need to vent, and i try to vent to Henry only.  sometimes it just needs a human ear, though.  and i apologize if that ear was yours, but know that i am grateful grateful grateful for your understanding.  it feels so much better to share a smile rather than  a nasty bit.  and although yesterday was a screeching plan crash of a day, the evening was wonderful, and the part in between with Shimmer and the tennis ball - that was so good.  cold, but good.  Thank you both for letting me stand by the warmth of your friendship.  now, to try to finish up a Very Special Birthday present, which isn't looking like an on-time present, much to my dismay…..
wishing you enough tennis balls and a Shimmer to chase them till you're both exhausted.

Saturday, October 04, 2014

Maybe it's the crispy night, or maybe the cuddly quilt tucked in around me, but either way I'm feeling content in a way I haven't for many years...feeling powerful and satisfied.  Not "powerful " in a ready-for-a-fight way, or chip on the shoulder way. More like an I Can Do This way.  Over the summer, I've learned some amazing lessons, and made friends with the monsters under my bed.  We have a healthy respect for one another - I allow them to stay as working guests...not as the Big Bads roaming as they please. They will remain to kindly tap my shoulder when there is something I need to  perhaps take a closer look at.  They will not be allowed to screech and grawk and enclose me in fear.  They have been reduced to cuddly little gremlins. I have re-learned, these past few months, that I Am Able.  That I may not know how to do something, but am damn skippy able to figure it out/ask for help/find someone to do it.  I most enjoy doing it myself.  I'm feeling a Pioneer spirit, and am impatient to get rolling with it.  I feel like I've been asleep for a very long while, and am re-learning myself.  One thing I'm adding to my Tiny Steps is this...because it has to be...I am adding a weight loss goal.  When I realized I was spending $450/month on smoking, I knew it was time to quit.  So I did.  And promptly gained 60 pounds.  Yes.  So my weight loss goal is not a vanity thing. I simply cannot move about in this world as I would like.  I actually feel less healthy as a non-smoker because of this.  Smoking changes your metabolism.  So, yes, quitting was good, but now it's time to change the after effects.  I want to be able to snowshoe and xc ski and simply walk a flight of stairs properly. I want to see outwardly what I feel inwardly.  So the walking plan will begin again.  To start.  It has been a night of reflecting back, feeling satisfied and wonderful with all that's been accomplished, and planning for forward movement, one Tiny Step at a time.

PS

todays mantra… "A PATH APPEARS"

saturday


a perfect day…the wind and rain overnight moved the leaves from my patio to the fenceline, saving me hours worth of work…i slept in moments last night, my brain busy with thoughts it wouldn't reveal to me…my ears caught the sound of rain smattering on the windows, and i wished i could open the window to let the breezes through.  this morning, Henry clouded himself up in the comforter and snuggled in close.  i have a white down comforter, and he manages to walk in circles enough to make a nest of it with high sides, and a Henry in the middle like a small caramel drop.  not much of a morning dog, preferring to pace about at night looking for bugs to play with or sneaky sneak mama's socks out to play.  
Once the coffee brewed, deliciously strong and fragrant, i began a pot of 15 Bean Soup.  it's that kind of day.  my fall and winter routines beginning to dust themselves off…nag champa burning in the house, my pink beaded slippers re-found, my cozy comfy periwinkle fluffy robe traded for the pink waffle weave.  this year i have the Tiny Step Initiative to keep me from going under, i suspect.  a plan, a purpose, action & movement towards a goal.  i won't give darkness a moment to get a foothold.  it really is a lot of shimmer here, in a way that almost seems surreal…in a way that makes me wonder, "ah, so this is normal."  moving forward, and not stuck in the dark muck of an unrealized dream.  reaching past myself and pushing myself past my limits - or so it seems! 
Grateful for gratitude - for being able to see the light in everything…grateful for feeling healthy, and for continuing to push myself past some physical thresholds.  stretching in so many different ways.  and now - to load the car with canvas, and paints, and tables, and off to the studio.
wishing you a cozy day with a good book and some sweet cupcakes!  Shimmer, my friend, shimmer!

"The canvas, which is to say the unconscious, considers [the painter's] first stroke, and then it tells the painter's hand how to respond to it - with a shape of a certain color and texture at that point there. And then, if all is going well, the canvas ponders this addition and comes up with further recommendations. The canvas becomes a Ouija board."
- Kurt Vonnegut

Friday, October 03, 2014

PS

I cannot express how perfect a day it is...the breeze...the leaves...the scent of fall...smiling so big....hmmm maybe a campout tonight?
Todays Tiny Step was to sit down with graph paper and a pencil (with a good eraser!) and start boxing in my plan for where i want a bathroom and a kitchen and a sleeping loft, etc.  Yesterday I started a Tiny list of things I wasn't willing to give up or downsize, so I know what I need to make space for and trade for, rather than building a Tiny and trying to squish everything important in.  I am so so lucky, and very grateful for those who blazed the trail so far…i can borrow from one idea and add to it or subtract from it or move things around like Colorforms (remember them?) it's easier when others have done the trial-and-error and the I Didn't Think About That's ahead of time.  For the most part, anyway.  I'm reading Big Tiny on my nook and am enjoying it a lot…just a few swipes in, and already a few ah-ha's.  i'm a little frustrated by what seems like a stall in the action, but know that the timing is not in my hands, and it will be Perfect.  I would love to do some Pioneer Girl workshops, and am kanoodling some things and percolating some others…soon to be revealed!  Meanwhile, I'm loving my job, and hope it's reciprocal…so far, my key still works in the door!  A slow start to the day while I waited on my hands, but now it's time to roar…wishing you a crispy fall day with the piney smells of the season!  Henry says "I is a leaf."


and I believe…
go Trish go!

Wednesday, October 01, 2014

this is what i meant...

from April at aatinyhouse

* Every object you own is a relationship: I have mentioned before that getting rid of almost everything I owned gave me a new appreciation for the trulymeta – as in beyond – physical value of some possessions; some objects are not the same in memory as in your hand. Not because the object is the memory, but because the object informs the memory. You need some things. You miss some things. Yet, what’s wonderful about life in the tiny is you do really get to know your “things.” You have to consider the use value, emotional or physical, for everything you own. That awareness begins to infiltrate seemingly insignificant daily decisions.  At the end of the week, you only have a quart’s worth of garbage (that’s nice). This tiny life brings a subtly massive reorientation of perspective; small moves add up, though some objects become worth their thingy-ness because they feed what is beyond the immediate – what is a relationship between you, your possessions, and the lives beyond and before them. Tiny living means owning less stuff, but the stuff you own begins to mean more than possession.

lest you thought i forgot you, or was slowing down on the Tiny Step Initiative…nope.  just trying to fit everything in to the time before work AND make sure Henry has his energy diffused or DEfused!  so it's been tiny half-steps…mostly i've been bringing Hen's BFF over in the morning so they can run and tussle out back together.  They need watching to make certain no one ends up at the vet.  Henry has perfect camo in the leaves...





 i've been organizing my art supplies for the switchover, and have to admit it's a bit overwhelming.  so that's been moving slowly…but moving.  i've been weirdly tired…almost falling asleep at work, and hope it's just the season's changing, or perhaps a touch of a cold.  Sunday's kayak adventure still replays in my mind, with the sweet, calming smell of balsam coming back to remind me of a perfect day.  no time to drop off paints today, but definitely tomorrow.  deciding on the shelves.  i know - i'm boring you.  told you i was weirdly tired.  okay, lunch and to work…meet you back here tomorrow or maybe later!

Monday, September 29, 2014

in my inbox, and Power Tools

"Linda, if you know what you want; if you've made up your mind; if you can see it, feel it, and move toward it in some small way every single day…it has to happen. xxxooo  Linda, move toward it in some small way every single day."
from TUT
Someone's been looking in my window :)
Now, I know that every single person that subscribes to TUT got the same sentiment, but does that lessen it's power…it's meaning…it's downright thunk-in-the-heart assurance?  things are what we make them…a feather found is just a feather found, unless we imbue it with power.  every single thing in our lives - yes, and people too - only have the power we give them.  take money, for example - there are many women who do not have access to the family money…their husband/boyfriend/trust manager keeps a lock on it, and they must ask for every nickel.  in that case, money can be given power.  for a woman who has unlimited access to money, it can be a tool to purchase, or to help or to just move about the day.  so every thing in our lives, or our lives wished for, can only have the power we give it…people, places, animals, thing, rock, paper, scissors - oh, sorry.  that includes emotions….anger directed at us can only wound as deep as we let it…likewise love or peacefulness.  WE are the ones who give the power to the thing.  i wanted to clean my Perfect Stepdaughter's room a while back when she actually lived here, but i knew there may be things in there that looked like junk to (even) me, but were special to her.  sure enough…some lint that was on her dresser belonged to a very special blanket from a very special 4-legged who was gone.  i am SO SO glad i didn't scoop it away.  that lint held power for her.
so my life has been held at bay while i stood in the center of indecision and clutter.  i stepped out at the 12-o'clock position of the circle, made everything line up as it may, and have dealt with each and every thing as it was presented next in line…small steps…or Tiny Steps…one day it may be to look at land, the next day to clear clutter from a closet, and the next day spend time in the woods working out an emotional attachment to a thing or clear something from my core that i no longer want there.  we drag this shit around like a woobie blanket…we are no longer our 7th grade selves.  and most importantly - We control the power these things have, and the power we allow them to have.
My studio has been a source of cement for some time - it has kept my feet stuck in the same spot for many many years.  why?  because my studio is larger than any Tiny House I might design or live in.  so even before the Tiny House idea, i couldn't imagine finding a place i could afford that would allow for the space i needed for all this Stuff.  so it grew moss on me.  well, time to get my life on, and i am keeping the Stuff that is irreplaceable, or very expensive to replace IF i actually use it, and aside from the basics…out.  plus, i found and rented a studio space, so now my art supplies can have their own Tiny House, and I have a place to hold workshops for money!  winner winner chicken dinner!
i have some amazing Kayaking and fall foliage stories to tell you, but now it's time to play with my favorite thing: Henry!
You got the POWER, baby!


and just for fun…

Sunday, September 28, 2014

The Best Day….ADK foliage and friends….what a buzz!

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

This is amazing!  and has been right under my nose! it is the week before the art retreat i used to go to…easy peasy! and it's held in The Best Place on Earth…Rockywold Deephaven Camps.  I am certain that God sleeps here.  i love it so much that i've requested my ashes be scattered there, when the time comes.  (not before).

this morning was a particular brand of perfect that is only found in early fall…Henry and I went for an early walk through the woods…fog sat low on the ground - clouds come to earth, and the air was cool which made for a snuggle in my favorite hooded sweatshirt.  the woods were filled with sounds of woodpeckers and crows…leaves have begun to fall somewhat half-heartedly, and the lake has turned a spectacular shade of turquoise.  geese stage up and leave for the season.  i'm hoping to capture my injured duck soon and get her to rehab.  she's wily, though, and will have food till the lake freezes.  there's a Great Blue Heron that hangs with her.  the smell of early woodsmoke was in the air - nights are cold now, with an actual freeze the other night.  the sun slanted through the trees, making everything magically lit.

every morning is such a surge of gratitude, it must flow out of my pores!

oh hella yeah -



Tuesday, September 23, 2014

my Tiny Step for today is to call a friend who has a Tiny log cabin near here.  I just remembered she lived in one!
http://www.bluemoonrising.org just sayin a trip here may be well worth it…just to see Tiny in practice. to see what works and what works well and design ideas and all that stuff.  These don't move, so the bonus is running water (!) with some oomph to it - a thought that has been on my mind. i do love me a hot shower.
funny thing…i am paring down Many Large closets (6'x10' walk ins), and trying to get it down to 1 small broom closet size for my clothes.  1 closet and 3 dresser drawers.  that's my goal.  my closet is becoming full, with the one hanging rod, and last night i started feeling like i had way too much stuff…such an odd thought for me.  i'm usually the one who gets a gold medal in the sport of shopping.  but i felt closed in by, well, the clothes!  i still have way way more than i need, and am finding a weird, lingering attachment to some of the stuff.  i realize i could easily become a hoarder.  in my art studio, there are Things on every surface…bunnies, tiny glass vases in all colors, rocks, etc.  So it's obvious that i will need a separate place for my art studio.  not just for the knick knacks, but for the Real Stuff.
But back to Blue Moon Rising.  I looked carefully at each of the floor plans, and realized that i need more space for entertaining (such as it will be!) than i need for day-to-day living.  a loft bedroom is a must.  but i want the rest of the main floor to be convertible into a dining room and then living room…i LOVE girls movie night, and love to have people over to eat.  so those will be my priorities.  and some of the Tiny's in the Blue Moon have exactly that.  feeling a bit better about it.  still not 100% certain which way i'll go, and i think Michelle is right about visiting both, if you can, before deciding.
ok - Henry is having a burst of energy which can only mean it's go visit the duck time.
wishing you Tiny dreams with Big results!

Monday, September 22, 2014

a 2-fer


while Henry whines for me outside my studio door, i just want to say there is something MaGiCaL about when women gather.  yes.  saturday evening, i hosted Girls Movie night, and 7 neighbors came by bearing gifts of food.  and wine.  lots of wine.  veggies, dips, chip.  did i mention wine?  oh and a movie!  we watched The Neighbors.  so funny.  the rule of GMN is food, wine and a movie that funny and stupid…something you'd rarely admit to watching, but YOU know you want to.  we do.  unashamedly.  we laugh so hard and have bonded so deep. i will miss this in a deep way, and hope i'm invited to GMN at others' houses…and hope the tradition continues.  It's about taking time away from the madness of young kids and cleaning and jobs and whatever else is going on.  one evening a month (more if needed!).  toddling 2 doors down in your sweatpants and sitting with friends.  gossip is allowed, but nothing hurtful, and honestly these are not the hurtful type of women.  (henry is at full wail now).
i'll admit to having, perhaps, one too many glasses of wine.  but i had to be a good hostess and try everyone's offering.  and when i woke to the alarm on sunday, and realized i had to go to brunch with another group of fabulous women…i wasn't thrilled.  and all i thought about was the cost and the car repair bill coming today and next week's kayak adventure…ugh  and i texted my friend and said Not Gonna Do It.  then laid in bed for a minute more and realized i HAD to go.  as much fun as my neighbors were, i enjoy the company of these women also.  and Lynette is such a special friend that i don't get to see often because she lives over an hour away.  so i re-texted and said yes.  and i went.  and it was as lovely as lovely can be.  ever ever ever.  i met some new friends, and 4 of them came shopping in the quaint town of Cazenovia after brunch.  it was the perfect day, weatherwise…warm but not hot, with a touch of a humid breeze.  nothing to curl your hair, but warm and so so perfect.  if i could bottle the day in a jar, i'd label it Perfect.  I may do that :)  While i was brunching, my neighbor texted me - this is why i love my neighbors - and said she "saw my car was gone, and can I walk Henry for you?"  I mean, do you envy me or what?? so that gave me extra time to relax and go about being a friend.  it chokes me up.  
in one of the shops, they sell FlyLondon shoes.  i fell in love with the logo, and began obsessing and chattering about it incessantly.  i finally asked the clerk if she had an empty box or soething with the fly logo on it, and she came out of the back room with an empty shoebox (!) all wrapped nicely in a shopping back!  i mean…wow.  what a gift.  Lynnette pointed out that so so much Good Stuff has been piling on me since the Tiny House decision.  i agree.
Here's the fly.  it's not much here, but in person it's wild and creepy.  and there's a FlyLondon tattoo in the box!  
I'm wild with gratitude after gratitude.  I'm doing a free workshop for my women's group and anyone else who may want to join in, just to get the kinks out and plan for my 10/11 workshop in Binghamton. so so much goodness that i have to say it twice.
okay - Henry's melting down, so time to open the door and let him in…along with the cat who will be annoying and walk across the keyboard.
You Are Able.  yes - you.

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Gypsy Tiny


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random storage

Saturday, September 20, 2014

today's Tiny Step has been to cull through all my email contacts and erase/update them.  this is because i needed to change my email address - the same one i've had since there first ever was email!  too much spam, and no spam filter.  every day i'd see all these spamwiches coming in, and it made my blood pressure rise.  so why bother with it? this morning before i got out of bed, i got a clearer vision of what Tiny Steps is about…it is taking a small step toward your goal every day, but i needed to define "goal."  my definition is to be changed and prepared for the physical move to Tiny.  that encompasses all sorts of things - the purging, and clearing the reasons for having So Much Stuff…designing the physical Tiny, but also why I am making room for certain things…to stop having such strong attachments to things and people who no longer have a place in my heart/life but i just can't let them go.  (think about the special sweater or 8th grade skirt that holds memories, BUT takes space.)  i decided to take a tiny piece of whatever is dragging my feet down and put it in my Tiny scrapbook…just a 1x1" piece of fabric, or photo of a person/place, etc.  I also thought up some cool design features to add storage, so i'm diggin it.  I realized that sometimes i feel overwhelmed with what's on my To Do list, so i just set the list down and walk away…where to start?? i'm usually a person who breaks down huge tasks into small (Tiny?) bites.  but when there are a ton of tiny bites scattering around your ankles, it's overwhelming.  like tonight - i'm hosting the neighborhood Girls Movie Night.  which means i have to deep clean the house, and i look around and see dog toys everywhere, and the cat box in the guest bathroom and and and.  when in reality, it takes me about an hour to clean top to bottom.  which is why i feel calm taking this time to post.  and a quick trip to the store for dip ingredients…i have until 7pm for goodness sake!
so, today so far I've set up new email, designed storage for a bedroom loft, designed storage for some art supplies, went through my entire email address book on the computer (still trying to figure out how to delete on the phone), sent out emails to let folks know about new email addy (if you didn't get one, leave me a comment or send me a note to my old address), fed the animals and said my 9am prayers.  Hen's in the backyard fussing about something, so i better see to him.  i wish you an organized mess of a day today!

Thursday, September 18, 2014

todays Tiny Step is an unbelievable load of winter clothes (part 1) going to the Thrifty!  I wish I could show it to you, but my camera and computer are not speaking.  As i grabbed things off hangers, i wondered what it was that these clothes provided for me? what was i trying to fill or fulfill or ease by buying all these clothes? i certainly didn't need them in my day-to-day, and just how many days worth of clothes were there??  was i trying to reassure myself that there would always be plenty?  I think that may have hit the nail, in a sense.  when i was very young, i remember my mom telling me that my father had changed jobs, and that he wouldn't get paid from his new job for a few weeks, so we had to be sensible with our money.  she then took me clothes shopping and spent the unheard of amount (for the time) of $50!  so it was passed down to me in a quiet way, i suppose.  and yes, i am far and away a Big Enough Girl to change those misguided behaviors.  the trick is to recognize them.  i went through closet after closet, pulling things off hangers.  if i was uncertain, then the item stayed.  then i went through again.  i work in radio - no one sees me.  i need few "play clothes," i don't go to black tie events, and do not have a secret life.  so another pile went into the box for the Thrifty.  I imagined someone seeing an item on a rack and if i imagined that they would be happier with it then me, then it went into the box.  it's a big box.  i am limiting myself to 1 small closet, as i prepare for Tiny living for real.  and please - is there any need for bigger in my situation?  previously, i''d buy clothes that i Might Need if i decided to work in an office again, or if i felt funky that day or if if if.  it was endless.  now, i will trust that my radio job will continue, and if not, then i'll Thrifty the clothes and buy new ones At The Time they're needed.  it will also force me to take a look inside and decide who i am, and shop for that person. one closet.  one love.  i work on it till it starts to get nit-picky.  then i stop.

today's Tiny lesson that came through with the Tiny Step was all about balance and trust and centering and knowing your strength and concentrating on the goal and not losing site of what you want…I submit for your approval (as the man said):

and i just have to peek at this again, i love it so so much:

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

random thoughts and Tiny Steps

Todays Tiny Step involves purging, again…a stack of summer clothes that hid away from me is now in the staging area to go to the Thrifty…soon to be joined by winter clothes and coats that no longer zip over larger parts or are hopelessly Not Me.  tomorrow is another planned purge day.  along with the closet purge came an epiphany.  There are still some things I hold in my head and around my heart that should no longer have a place there.  not bad or destructive feelings, but just a sort of Law Of Returning Averages…they no longer return what is given out, and what is given out should not be - it's time has past, and it's time to relinquish the people and the places to the Fond Memories pile.  not to say that future memories shiny and new won't be made, but it's sort of like an older woman trying to dress in her clothes from her glory years.  (again, the clothing connection).  time to move on.  and as this reality struck, i felt something grow larger within me…the ties that i had been trying to maintain, had held me in that place…had kept that small part of me from growing past that spot.  it had an immense importance in my life…I cannot ever describe the earthshaking bookmark in my life.  but it is time to move on, move past, move forward.  keeping the lessons and the growth, but letting the teachers go.  and with the exception of a few Truest Ones, that is exactly where I'm at.
Funny how these are supposed to be Tiny Steps, but they seem to be large?
Last night, in that wishy washy time between wakefulness and dreamfulness, i thought of Nikki.  and I felt her in the room…with my eyes closed and in the darkness, i felt her.  i think i mentioned the dream i had last year - about her giving Henry to me, so i wouldn't feel guilty about sharing my heart with another 4-legged?  well, i've been worried about Henry not eating his food…he eats everything else - grass, sticks, poop - but not his food.  i didn't want to give him wet food because it caused such a dental nightmare for Nikki and for Kita.  so in this nebulous state of neither-here-nor-there, i realized it didn't have to be one way or the other.  today, i mixed a teaspoon of wet food in with the dry and Hen gobbled it up.  i know, sounds so obvious.  but it took my little NikkiNoodle to open my eyes while they were shut.
And so comes Tiny Step #2…a lesson: watch for the obvious - it isn't always a puzzle to be solved…sometimes the answer is obvious.  (head smack!)  And sometimes life isn't about a choice between this or that…sometimes it's a blending of the two ideas.  Like a Tiny House - a house but smaller.  and some other personal stuff that is whispering transparently in my ear but hasn't formed into a solid thought yet.
So it appears that the Tiny Step Initiative is about physical steps and plans and movement, as well as growth and learning to prepare.  i'm diggin this scary, wonderful, grateful, humdinger of a life.  and i have to tell you a secret:  it isn't all sparkle farts and roses, but i've shifted my view to accept everything as a blessing…and knowing that sometimes the blessing will take a while to reveal itself.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

a word about my last post

I am truly digging Nancy's book.  That being said - i have a strong aversion to how-to books, and "life coaches" that want to tell you how to live your life.  this book is not that.  I am not opposed to therapy, coaching, prayer and any necessary help to get through, get over, get past a stumbling block or trauma.  not at all.  (I pray to God, but allow that you may pray to another diety or none at all.  That's how I roll).  I am opposed to using the self help guru as a tool for procrastination…When I Finish This book/workshop/drum circle/ etc., I Will Have An Amazing Breakthrough.  nope.  guess what?  you'll just be older by that many days/weeks/months, and be in the same spot you were before.  To clarify another point emailed to me, I am scared of the folks who espoused "Leap and the Universe will catch you" back in the 90's.  Most of those people had a 6-figure (or more) income to fall back on, and the luxury of walking away from a second income was no risk at all.  I saw many follow that path, and it never ended well.  ever.  there is prep work to be done a/k/a a biz plan, for one.  but rather than just go off here, let me say that I will not trample on your dream.  i am a more skeptical and cautious person - that is my journey and who i am.  i'm finally cool with that.  you are free and able to do as you feel best, because - that is your journey and who you are.  easy peasy.  winner winner chicken dinner.  so if i sounded like i thought anyone who didn't do things my way was wrong and that they'd meet with crashing disaster while i chuckled and shook my head knowingly….no.  not sure where the idea came from even, but there it is - out in the open and the light of day.  doesn't look so terrible in the light, does it?  I am just so lit up with gratitude for all that i have, all that i don't have, all that i will have and for the people i love (whether they love me back or not).  i smile every single day because i am blessed.  and this was a Tiny 2-step day…having the opportunity to clarify my journey by answering your email.  Thank you.  now, to play with Henry who is woebegone and testy with boredom.

todays Tiny Step & a random photo

todays Tiny step:  I downloaded a book by Nancy Levin called "Jump, and your life will appear."  Here's the thing…the 90's were all about Vision Boards and Fire Circles and squeezing your eyes tightly shut while exclaiming I Believe I Believe, and hoping all your dreams would magically land at your feet like a sparkly cotton candy prize delivered by a pink unicorn speaking french.  no, mon petite.  it will not happen.  and yes - i believe you need a vision, and one you believe in so strongly and with enough certainty that you will get up off your couch and walk toward it through rain and snow and high winds and flooding. (is that the post office??) no, not every single thing has to be that dramatic, for instance - grocery shopping…you don't need to grab crampons and BeLiEvE you want those mangos SO SO badly that you'll fend off super coupon-ers to get them.  just buy the mangos.  and the same is true for so much of life.  but the important Thing…the general direction or your strong Due North…you can't sit on your tush waiting for it.  if there's not enough of a desire for it that you'll work for it, then honey it isn't your truth.  it you trying on someone else's style because you admire them.  and no amount of cutup magazines and sketchbooks will ever make that cloak fit.  you have your own adventure…your own truth…your own shiny path & journey.  taste the rainbow of another's dreams to get inspired, but acknowledge that it isn't yours.  find yours.  move toward it.  on a parallel thought - ever notice how "fortune tellers" tell everyone they were a king or an important person in a past life?  were there ever any commoners?  The Just Joe's who make the world go around day-to-day?  same here…there are lives we bump into that are amazing - they've gone from literal rags to riches and back and forth a few times.  they are solid and calm and everything we wish we were, so we start buying the same clothes as they wear, and decorating our houses the same, and starting a blog, and feeling blue when they are.  it doesn't work, and it's as silly as me dressing like my Perfect Stepdaughter.  (who is 30 years younger and 60 pounds lighter and is Perfect).  my point is - discover your dream as you move through your life…your dream is your purpose (you'll see)…it will not drop into your lap…you can do this.  you are able.  don't disrespect yourself by denying your dreams aren't good enough…they are plenty and enough, and exactly what is needed in the world.  whether you are a stay at home mom, or a cake baker, or a corporate CEO or busdriver or artist…YOU are the dream and YOU are the purpose…it is through you that others are reached, through who you authentically are.  be you.

Monday, September 15, 2014

first, some stuff:






and now some other stuff:
In 1982, I woke up paralyzed.  no accident, no twisting the wrong way, no apparent reason.  just could move my arms, then my legs, and soon my lungs began to move slower.  I'm grateful my lungs woke up before I needed assisted breathing.  and, despite stumbling if i didn't concentrate really really hard, my legs began to come back.  my arms, though were useless.  i couldn't feed myself, or type or take care of hygiene issues or even get out of a bathtub by myself.  i had to move back home with my mother.  i was at the prime of my Years of Great Coolness, and i became an invalid of sorts…tho i despise the name "invalid," because spell it out, man.  i was not invalid.  just a little broken up.  it's a long long story of sweat and intense pain and very hard work and being told "you'll never _____" fill-in-the-blank, and had i been able to - i would have thumbed my nose at them.  i would not be a child in my mother's house forever.  i would do all those things and more.  and i did.  three years later, i began a body building training.  yes - arms and all.  slow and easy at first, using primarily legs, but soon those bird wing arms grew stronger, and my scapula began to build muscle to hold them down and i began to get stronger.  i am now 99.85% better physically.  i am grateful for every misdiagnosis, every over-prescribed muscle relaxer & pain pill and every time my PT worker yelled in my face that i would NEVER walk again or lift my children when they should be born … she was awesome…she knew just the right buttons to push…she knew when to lay off and let me cry a while…she knew when it was time to get busy and help myself.  she fired me from her practice so many times, which made me show up and sit in her waiting room till she decided i meant it - that i would work.  she knew, but didn't tell me, that i was fighting for my life.  that if i didn't move forward, i would literally die.  that the nerves that had been destroyed need to grow back QUICK and we had lost many precious months with the wrong medications being given to me.  she knew because, out of the hundreds of PT's in my area, I had somehow been cosmically been referred to her.  and she had 3 other people in her care with the same condition - one that most physicians never ever see in a lifetime of practice.  and now she alone had 3 people.  a 4th died before getting to her.  Gilliam Barre Syndrome, if you're wondering.  people were getting the new Swine Flu shot, and dropping like flies.  i never got the shot, just the effects somehow.  But i share all this to say that you would think after something like this, a person, me for instance, would go brash and bold through life knowing that they can accomplish anything at all.  that, after cheating death and disability, nothing worse can happen.  but it hasn't been that way.  i did become more mindful of the people around me, and how everyone has a battle going on in their lives … be softer and slower with people…let someone ahead of you in line if they are tapping their foot…give someone the closer parking space…whatever you can do to lessen someone else's load, do just that.  and more.  but not too much - don't make them feel unable.  but back to my point, somehow.  i know of my determination and strength.  i know i Can If I Have to.  mostly.  but i've also seen a lot of tragic endings and listened while weakness won out over mind-boggling circumstance.  i say weakness, not in a less-than sense of the word.  weakness as in limpness…where you Just Can't See The End of the bad time…and you let yourself go limp and death comes to snatch you up.  i've listened to that in my former job, was a magnet for it somehow.  and oftentimes, when i thought there was a crack in the door for a person to peek out through, often i'd remind them that they indeed had nothing left, and it was a Good thing, not a bad one…that they could start fresh, a clean slate, no job/spouse/house/whatever to hold them back from whatever they wanted to do and become.  and the weird thing is that it worked almost every time.  the realization that, it was like a Janis Joplin song:  Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.  The worst had happened, and now the choice was theirs to rebuild or not.  it was my job to keep them on the phone til help arrived in person.  and so now, my words come back to test my heart and my determination.  i've lost nothing, let's be clear before you panic.  however, there are choices before me that are dazzling and scary and wonderful and sparkling.  and they all require a restart.  a reboot.  a factory reinstall.  a walking away towards something new.  and the new stuff is a little hazy right now.  but it shimmers.  and i say 100% that i am grateful for every single bump in the road and for every easy ride through the woods.  this post rambles and weaves all around with no real point, i realize, but here is my offering and i hope you smile big today.

Sunday, September 14, 2014

it is so freaking cool to trust.  to be able to slide you hand into Another's and feel confident that 100% there is nothing to fear…that you will only be hurt if you misinterpret total, pure Love for trickery…that you will only be misled if you mis-follow.  Trust.  who'da thunk?

New Topic.
i did not expect the email love i got after my last few posts - after re-reading them, i realize i sounded like i felt an orphaned sock, thumbtacked up to a corkboard at the laundrymat.  not so, mostly.  i know there are a ton of folks who believe in my Tiny Plan, and even if it was just YOU, then that would be enough.  thank you.  some days require extra sparkle sent out.  this weekend was an entire 2 days of sparkle being sent out, commencing with new hair, a makeover, fall/winter Thrifty wardrobe (LL Bean, Ralph Lauren, Ann Taylor, Liz to name drop a few) for $54.00.  time to dig out last years stuff and re-thrift.  I think i'll re-thrift a lot of my summer stuff too.  i liked what i got, but less in less, and it will be there next year.  right now, the air is cool and cozy, and being all about autumn - i'm diggin it.  still need to capture The Duck and get her to a rehab place.  she is proving crafty & elusive, but I am determined and sneaky.  time for Special Ops.

I dare you not to dance: (and by the way, the little blond fiddle player is a twin to Perfect Patty)

Friday, September 12, 2014

be audacious. and don't trample the flowers

I am blessed to be surrounded (virtually) by women of courage.  women who will walk up to their fears and bitch-slap them down, or find a way around, or in some method big or small - make their dreams come true.  the list is endless, and it chokes me up to think of all the audaciousness their lives encompass.  i feel small and whiny compared to their feats of strength.  but then i feel large and capable.
one such person is Patricia ("Trish") Seggebruch.  and i rip off, copy & paste, and otherwise borrow this from her blog, because she says it best:
‘When a resolute woman steps up to a great bully, the world, and takes him boldly by the beard, she is often surprised to find it comes off in her hand, and it was only tied on to scare away the timid adventurers.’
RW Emerson~
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It is only in the effort of facing down our own demons and putting our faith to the test
that we find out how strong we are
or how weak the supposed enemy.
And when the enemy is our own ill conceived notions of ourself
our ability
our strength
our value
our dedication
our purpose
our contribution
all the more amazing
the joy and wonder of
having the beard come off in one’s hand~
Come along with me on one amazing, bold adventure.
With this one timid yet bold adventurer.
- See more at: http://www.pbsartist.com/blog/#sthash.gVAk0WK0.dpuf


Yes.  I read these words and said yes.  After yesterday's crushing of my heart, i read this today and said Bring It.
Can I explain/lecture here a minute?  I may be preaching to the choir, but there is one specific person that needs to hear this, and won't otherwise listen.  When a person shares their Dream with you…their deepest, fear-filled step-at-a-time-gonna-do-this Thing, consider yourself blessed and be grateful for the trust they have put in you to share the most raw parts…trust that you won't tip the salt shaker onto those still-forming Dreams…They are not  asking your opinion and especially not not not asking you to play Devil's Advocate, which as we know is a thinly disguised manner in which people allow themselves bad behavior and all manner of dream-crushing under the guise of making sure you've thought this through….hence the name.  it is a very thinly disguised forum for a person to exhibit their hostility and perhaps jealousy.  it is never, however, appropriate to offer up your DA.  and if the Dreamer should ask, "what do you think?"  they usually are not asking truly "what do you think?" but instead asking for reassurance that they have the skills, knowledge, and balls to work through any dilemma until the Dream is satisfied in one of two possible outcomes…it lives, or it does not.  but either way - the purpose of Dreams are often the skills and knowledge acquired along the way, not the actual "success" of the Dream.  which makes it successful, no matter what the apparent outcome then, no?  (that's French).  So i guess the so-called Devil's Advocacy foisted upon my ears, and the Only Possible Solutions pushed and shoved at me yesterday turned what could have been a Very Wonderful conversation into a battleground, which i do not appreciate and lowers you on my list of People To Be Trusted With Dreams Of Any Sort.  it is not up to you to resolve my bumps in the road, and i certainly did not ask for the torrent of trash strewn at me verbally.  do not do that again.  This dragon will protect her heart.  And i will not excuse your words unless asked in an apology.  I will, however, notice that your thinly disguised disgust of my Dream in verbal form…did. not. sway. me.  i stumbled with the blow, but my last thought before sleep was "tomorrow starts again."  So on the other hand, i thank you for allowing the lesson.  but that hand remains closed, hiding the Dream.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

2 important lessons learned today:
One) eating undercooked bacon does not end well
Two)  it is absolutely essential to never, not ever, trounce on someone's dreams...no matter how unrealistic or spaced out you think they are. The dreams belong to the dreamer alone. And a seeming setback is not your opportunity to express your view that the outcome is bleak.  Be kind, and if you can't be kind, be quiet.  A setback is also an opportunity for growth...let it be just that and not laced with anger and opinion.

Now, good night.
a somber day in every sort of the different ways that a day can take on a personality...from the nation's collective remembrances, to a sky filled with rain and high winds that blow an umbrella past it's breaking point, to a Tiny Step's toes squashed and trampled.  But it's only just one day..the sun will rise again...there's a chance for temperance in the weather, and perhaps just perhaps - some graph paper and a mechanical pencil will help restore and revive.  for the rest of the day today, as best i can, it will be a quiet day as my heart chooses to beat only every other beat.

Tuesday, September 09, 2014

the daily Tiny Steps have continued, and I have to say that some days the Tiny Step forward is to hold steady in the storm and not let my foot slip back a step.  or two.  my studio purge has slowed to a stop, and it remains in upheaval.  so today i took a hard look at the studio - the physical table and paints and tools and found objects and fabric and all that stuff, but also the idea of the studio.  i haven't done anything artmaking-wise in quite a few months, yet my plans are all trying to encompass this volume of supplies.  right now, my studio is in a 22x22 room…a Tiny House all on it's own (actually larger than most of the tiny's i've seen!).  and it holds my feet.  always has.  so is it time to choose between going tiny and having all these supplies?  is it time to sit with this for a day - but just a day - and decide which expression moves me most - collage, paint, fabric, assemblage?  each of them taps into a different feel…each one has it's place.  sometimes an idea can only be expressed by paint.  sometimes only rusty metal will do.  perhaps the answer is to find a small studio outside of the Tiny and when i feel the need to create, i can go there.  maybe keeps some small stuff at the Tiny…hand work like embroidery or crochet/knitting.  A studio would be a great way to immerse in community, also.
I connected with another woman who is building a tiny, Michelle.  when i feel overwhelmed, and like a dog chasing it's tail, i go to her blog and read a bit for re-inspiration.  Last night I discovered that my Very Own Mother thought i was just dreaming and not serious about the Tiny.  She was so unencouraging, i had to hang up the phone.  i know she goes for traditional security of a marriage, rather than building your own strength, but had thought she was behind me. (she is convinced that my stepsister's problems would all be over if she just got married).  it's a little sad to realize there really are few people who are behind me on this…who truly believe in me and my plans. not dreams, but Plans.  they once were dreams, but now i am putting my shoulder to the door and bursting through to walk the hall.  are you with me?
it's funny, but less than a decade ago, "connection" was all about having/reading blogs.  then Facebook took over, then Twitter.  people have cell phones, then texting.  now - no one talks.  it's all text and hitting a "like" button.  I call my stepdaughter and she doesn't answer the phone.  but i'll get a text in a minute or two after.  at first, my feelings were hurt.  but then i realized that's just the way of communication today.  i'm old fashioned for having this blog, actually.  but i like it that way.  i still say that if you're too busy to pick up the phone and say hello, then you're too busy to be my friend.  but on a lighter note…my job goes well & i love it.  maybe the creativity in my job serves the same purpose as my studio?  hmm.  a thought to think in the shower and through the woods with Henry…if i can wake him up, beautiful dreamer that he is….

speaking of beautiful dreams…dream on, dream until your dreams come true….doesn't look so Tiny, eh?


Thursday, September 04, 2014

2-fer

oh and by the way…some Extreme Coolness just occurred…details to follow next week…meanwhile:

Just put yourself ahead in time, Linda, pretend that it's next month already, and imagine that the past 4 weeks just totally rocked. Every hope you now possess for the coming weeks has manifested. Every challenge was breezed through. Every cool person stayed cool. Every trickster became an ally. There were happy surprises along the way, and you got plenty of sleep.

This is how we roll.

Kung Fu -
    The Universe
look at this!


I went to look at some sheds - premade - just to get a feel for what Tiny space looks like in person.  and it made me a little sad, the rectangular space.  not to sound like a space cadet (no pun intended) but i like working with a square…there's so much more I can do with a square.  and the video above just hits all the right bells.  yes - i am certain that apartment cost a very pretty nickel to contort.  but i'm also certain that it can be done in a similar and less expensive way.  i don't need European imported gadgetry - but i love how the space was divided and used.  the closets were much more than what I'd need, but the pantry/office i could definitely use.  i love how the seating is rolly and all storage.  i love my new Tiny Table, and i love the long counter/table/island in the video that goes up and down.  so there's a mix of ideas, and maybe my Tiny table can be my new art table.  maybe, we'll see.  but seeing things in person makes a big difference.  that apartment was 550 square feet, and would be more than enough, i think.  it looked downright spacious compared to what i've been looking at!  i measured out the few rooms that i actually use in this house, and it is almost the same.  Plus, I don't use the entire room - for instance, our livingroom is huge (and rectangular!) but i only use 1/4 of it to sit on the couch and watch an occasional movie or tv.  so really, i'm looking at lifestyle - (i'm home a lot) - and space preferences - (i like to have people in for dinner) - and all the things that are important to me.  i'm leaning more towards a Tiny House not on wheels.  still keeping an open mind, and conscious that i live in a snowy, cold climate, so can't depend on outdoor space as usable year round.  i like being tucked in during the winter months, like a bear in a den, but don't want to feel suffocated.  it's an exciting thing going on here.  Tiny Steps.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

today my tummy woke me up…it was not happy. and the throat croaked that it was feeling a bit funky too. so it was back to bed after a quick Henry potty.  Taking it slow & cozy in today's rainy day icky.  have been looking at "Tiny House Swoon" website and have seen some amazing places.  I've looked at some of the rooms in my house here, and thought "i could live in just this room."  Am realizing that the Tiny Houses built on a flatbed & wheels may be too small for me.  I am too much of a homebody to live that small.  unless…i had 2 of them put together!  They would need separate transport and I may be wishing and dreaming more trouble than it's worth.  So i'm keeping my mind open for a Small House also.  the difference is a Small House is usually stationary - a very small traditional house not on wheels.  how much am i willing to downsize and scrunch for safety & security?    time will tell.  so today's plan will be to relax and tinker a bit in the studio - still being put back together and purged - and maybe grab some graph paper and start penciling floor plans.  the day will definitely include some lemony wax on my new tiny table!  and good coffee.

This makes me smile really big…and so does this…and now, Henry is at the end of his patience, so we are off to a backyard adventure in the rain, tummy, throat, icky not withstanding…wishing you a cozy day today!

Saturday, August 30, 2014

deux

so, what do you do when you live in a Tiny house, but you like to have lots of people over for dinner?  Winner winner chicken dinner!  You find this with a "Free" sign on it…
although it's basically a 1-seater, note that it's a drop-leaf and note that there are THREE extension leaves on top!  so it's a table for 6, hiding in a table for one.  I could explode!

in other news, there was no success capturing Quackles the duck.  She knows I'm on to her.  Funny though - while I was sitting by the pond, fish net nearby and cat carrier at the ready, 3 different people came by to feed her, and each called her by a different name!  so she is Quackles, Carl (don't ask), Martha, and Daisy Duke Duck.  I am hoping to capture her tomorrow so I can get her to the rehabber.  The time is growing short for her successful rescue.  say a prayer.

tomorrow is catch-a-duck day, find-a-bra day, plan-a-party day, and hug the stuffing out of henry day.  for now, i'm tired and thinking about bedtime before i fall into that sad time.  so goodnight y'all.  Geez that table just tickles me.

through the knot hole - breach position

you may notice that my last entry was tuesday.  and there's a good reason for that.  i was in no way prepared for what was expected of me at work with 2-3 people out on vacation/sick.  nothing could have prepared me.  and had i known, i would probably have curled up in a corner and wimpered that I Couldn't Do It.  And at the end of the day wednesday, as I was stinking of flop sweat and tearful and near vomiting, and hating the new guy for his smugness thinking he would never freak out like i was freaking out (but he would've),  I realized that I had, indeed, done it…it was ugly and not nearly my best work (an understatement), but for the most part - i did it.  My job is not brain surgery to start with, but has demands that certain time marks be met, that i sound cheerful and competent and reliable and knowledgable, and that i do this every 60-seconds for 8 hours.  That's it.  I'm not fighting insurgents…I'm not holding a beating heart in my hand preparing for transfer to another body cavity.  i merely work in radio.  and there's no crying in radio.  but.  my ass was kicked with a soundness that it hasn't been kicked with in quite some time.  i don't remember the ride home, nor do i remember falling into bed with Henry tucked tightly against me.  I do remember feeling a chill down my spine knowing i had to do it again the next day. and the day after that.  when i woke up - an hour earlier than i needed to - it was a conscious decision to greet the day in gratitude and take the attitude that I had another chance to prove to myself that I could do this - I would rock the schedule handed me, and I would be GOOD not just adequate.

And I Did.

And then on friday when the only other employee on duty (out of 5) told me he was sick and going home early and i had to take his scheduled reports as well as the other 2-3 people's, and by the way use an unfamiliar studio which is completely & TOTALLY different from what i have ever used, and oh by the way have 15 minutes to learn it and prepare a report & deliver it…yeah, at that time…i said "okay" and i calmed myself like a trainer calms a wild horse and just. did. it.  I did.  and through the haze of mildew in the room so thick you could see it…i smiled.  (didn't breathe in, but smiled).  And now, knowing that I can do this, i am grateful for the opportunity that was given me to crash and get up and power through and reorganize and see what works and what is hindering me and change/remove that hinderance and know that i can i can i can do this thing - this life thing - this changeable and sometimes ugly thing called life - this life that is changing in dramatic ways that need not be drama-filled - i can.  i can.  i can.

And that was a big Tiny step that took a few days to learn.  and i realized i still have mad ninja organizational skills.  and i get to do it all over again next tuesday.

I meet you back here later.  Be Fierce,