Things have been hectic over here and taking care of two households has finally taken its toll...on our spirits, our wallets and our patience. If our place isn't ready to go on the market in one month I may have to retire from wallets until it is. Since I love making wallets, the name of the game has been scraping away the hideous wall-paper that was in every bathroom when we moved in, painting, re-caulking tubs and sinks and basically feeling pressed hard against a time crunch wall.
After missing Kelly's birthday and not having significant time to spend with Nancy and her rarely visiting niece, I wonder how everyone else manages to do it all. Three years ago I was in a book group, a play-writing group, taking yoga, landscaping, walking on the trail daily and in my Artist's Way group. Now, I do not have time to weed our front walk and believe me, the neighbors are not happy.
I may not be loving my days right now, but I am finding minutes here and there to cherish. Today, fifteen minutes wading in the choppy water on the sandy beach in Algoma while holding my shoes, keys and cell-phone was a block of time I'm happy I took. I'm a water spirit and sometimes I forget that I need the combination of warm sand, cold water and deafeningly loud waves splashing soaking my skirt!
Synchronicities. I was out of the sewing patterns I use to line wallets and knew some thrifting would be in order. I went to the thrift store and sadly...there were none to be found. I almost left empty handed until this caught my eye.
The prettiest Christmas tablecloth I've seen in a long time. It's large, unstained, heavy cotton and was $1.99. Even at that price, I debated, but I've bought very little in recent months and this felt like a gift.
Then, something that only happens once in a paper lover's blue moon.
And, for those of you who are aware of my not-so-secret project, you can see why this one made me cry...I'm not kidding...I needed a message from the Universe today (or rather, one that didn't make me feel picked on by the stars at large). This was it.
I will share more as I discover them. The magazines are 48 years old and need some airing and my special cork treatment before they start turning up in the purses and totes of women all over the world (I can dream!), but the inspiration I've already drawn from them is priceless.
Have a nice night and see you at the Farmer's Market tomorrow...Oh, and be sure to stop by and check out Delphian's new location. Katherine is ready for you!