One for Me, One for You

This past week has been Spring Break, and I have not been posting as much as I should have, considering.  Not because there is a 7 year-old home, because there isn’t.  She asked to spend the week with my parents.  The house has been amazingly child-free.  I forgot how much you can get done when there isn’t another semi-helpless human being begging for your attentions.

I have signed on as a consigned artist for the Chocolate Festival in Long Grove the first weekend of May, as well as being accepted as a vendor/face painter at the Valpraiso Popcorn Festival come September.  Check out the “find the faery” page for the deets on those.

What this means is that the start of my season was brought forward a week, eliminating a much needed week of preparation.  But as it turned out, I had the house pretty much to myself this week – free from distraction.  And when my mind gets into the groove, I kind of never stop working.

For me, I made new curtains for the living room:

We have been talking about the fact that our plans have changed drastically since we moved here.  Where we had only intended on staying a year or two, we find ourselves anticipating a couple more.  This, for me, means that I need to actually turn our “house” into a “home” – a transformation Odin does not quite understand, but allows me to indulge in.  Our apartment was built in the 1890s.  Tall ceilings, tall and numerous windows, an antiquated heating system, and the remnants of a coal-burning fire place.  Odin and I are interested in steampunk – come on, take an engineer and a girl with a passion for lace and corsets, it was destined – so I want to add some of that punk and victorian aspect to our apartment.  The white curtains are just the first step.  But don’t worry, I will let you in on the rest of the transformation as it comes about.

For you:

Things are being made.  And quickly.  I have been forgetting to eat and then stopping to stretch, only to realize I’m ravenous.  I drink too much tea and then into the evening I start drinking wine to wind down so I can go to sleep.  My mind is reeling with everything I need to make, and everything I want to make, and how little time I have to do everything.

I have found it necessary to take at least 20 minutes each day to work on something “for me” – thus the curtains were finally done.  If I don’t do something non-work related, I start getting angry at my studio for the amount of time I am forced to spend in it.

Stick with me; this will be great.

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