A "Just Want To" Project...

I got a copy of the Sundance catalog in the mail today...a drool-worthy collection of (expensive) clothes, jewelry, shoes, etc. Browsing through it, and intending to throw it away as usual, it occurred to me that I will keep it. Not to order from, but as inspiration for my own jewelry making inspiration!

With tons of bits and bobs gathered in the studio, I could probably make a piece of jewelry every day for a year and not run out.

But...have I made any in the last couple of years? NO! Why? Because I get busy doing other stuff, working on dolls, or (admit it...) just watching TV in the evenings. 

So over the next few months, I will make a concerted effort to play in the silver and beads a few nights a week and see what I come up with.

What is the one project you would do if you could / would carve out a couple hours a week to do it?

My ridiculous cat...

Her name is Willie, and she's just plain weird.  As cats can be, you know.

One afternoon a few weeks ago, the hubs was resting on the bed when he heard a strange sliding sound.  It was coming from under the bed--like the monsters we feared in our childhoods.  He looked down on his side, and a box had begun to appear, sliding in jerky motions further and further out from under the bed skirt. 

Apparently, my cat has decided that the empty box I keep under the bed for dolls (useful when heading to a doll show, but usually empty) is one of her favorite toys.  So periodically, she will push and shove this box around until she has it where she wants it, and then go elsewhere. 

Today we found it in front of the master bathroom door.  Weird cat. 

She's currently dozing in her too-small basket that's attached to the wooden pony-wall around the hub's office. 

Recouperating (or..."poor me").

Last weekend, I volunteered at an educational event at our local museum.  It was a Folk Art Fair, in which we all dress in 19th cent garb (or an approximation thereof) and demonstrate/discuss our art with the public.  Of course my booth was about dolls--how they were made, the kinds available, etc.

 

So either I got a bug of some kind Saturday, or it had been stewing a while before that, but by Sunday, I was none too sprightly.  By Tuesday, the fever was 103 and I was in trouble.  Wednesday's doc appt confirmed pneumonia.  Yuck. 

It caused me to miss THIS weekend, which was not a volunteer gig, but a Folk Art Fair for which I paid dearly--non-refundable, of course.  But priorities have to make sense, and besides that, there is no way I could have stood up under a show weekend, even if I had been dumb enough to try.

After a couple days' antibiotics, I am better.  Sad for the husband, because I can (sort of) talk again, so his silent reprieve has come to an end.  I think I've taken my health for granted, so spoiled have I been to not having a fever.  At any rate, I'm on the mend, and looking forward to getting busy again.  I have a booth fee to make up for!