a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus.
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a full time artist, stepmother, radio personality, and mom to an energetic Chug dog, tries to get through the days without committing a felonious act. My life is a rickety Zen circus. ____________________________________________________________________
Friday, January 25, 2013
well, my studio is pretty much gutted & packed away - except for my painting stuff, collage stuff, and jewelry stuff. which is a lot of stuff still. but all the rusty metal and wood and goo-gaws for assemblage are packed away. there was too much stuff, and i needed to make room for my little twin daybed that replaced my papasan chair in the reading corner. i like the twinny so much better - fat folk should not endeavor to get in or out of a papasan. just sayin. (side note - PSD bought me a shirt that says Fat Amy Is My Homegirl! love it! watch Perfect Pitch). but anyway. i now have room on my worktable to do little collages and make my journal books and Special Phrase books. Just.Loving.It. My job was a 1-week wonder. after a week of diva being at Camp Grandma, and me sleeping on the twinny to avoid the snore-a-saurus, i decided that at this point in my life, there was no need for this type of life modification for Any Reason, mortgage, surgery, sailboat, hell or high water included. so i let them know that i knew that it was not a good fit for me. or them. and poof was gone. lovely company. excellent pay & bennies. not for me getting up at 4:30am and driving an hour. am still diggin the twinny though. it's like camping out. a little short, but i curl up. so if you want an awesome papasan, it's for sale. the pattern above. they aren't making them anymore, so it's a real collectors item! for those who've asked, diva is hanging in there - she doesn't seem to be in pain, but also doesn't seem to be real with it a lot of the time. especially at night. it's like sundowning in alzheimer's patients, almost. when the evening comes, she paces and paces and seems like she's lost. very difficult. but then the next morning she seems normal for an old lady. difficult decisions.
okay - off to make 5 ATC's about fairy tales. now what would i know about fairy tales?? *teehee*