Almost March

The weather is starting to turn and sun has been making more of an appearance. We played outside yesterday and the dog was crazy wild and ran in circles around me. She has become quite the sausage with her winter weight.

I'm moving my studio space again. Now that the weather is warmer the upstairs room over the garage isn't cold. I like it. It has a big window that looks out onto our big front tree. I feel like I'm in a treehouse up there.

I need to go through my fabric stash. It needs a major organization overhaul. ugh.

Tootie has taken to arguing with the TV, mainly commercials. It's funny to eavesdrop on her. "No it won't! You're just saying that because you want me to buy it!" Noggin isn't immune to her criticism either. There's a bit that says something about Mother Earth and she always yells back, "The earth isn't my Mother! It can't love me. It's dirt! It's an object!" That's my girl.

$4,000,000,000,000

I'm researching disaster preparedness. No, I'm not a foil-hatted doomsday seer. I'm on our block watch committee and the local Police Dept. wants to promote preparedness training. After seeing what my parents went through it's caused me to take it more seriously. My parents had their house destroyed 2 years ago in a tornado.

I have a book that, for whatever reason, Tootie gravitates to it. She carries it around with her. She pretends to read it to the dog. She seems to be able to find it no matter where I put it. I move it from one bookself to another just to see if I can hide it from her. No. She sniffs it out. This has been going on for a couple years.

I'm off to review some books for my book club.

State of the Blog

I've been blogging since 2004. First on Diaryland (aka gussiegoose) and then on LiveJournal. I moved over to Blogger in 2005. The first blogs I read were infertility/adoption blogs. The writing was excellent and it filled a need I had to connect with other women who were going through the same experiences I was at the time.

Things seemed so much simpler back then or at least my life at that time it was simpler. I had a toddler. I was mostly house bound due to nap schedules which I revolved my life around. Everything was smaller then. My entries were much different than today. I posted more often. I had more time and my writing showed it.

After I wrote this I checked my Bloglines and see this post. Check it out. Or don't if you just can't or shouldn't fit another thing in.

During that time a met a group of really great, smart and amazingly funny women. We formed a little community and called ourselves The Killer Ladybugs. It lasted a couple years then the busy-ness of life moved us on to other things.

I hardly ever never read infertility/adoption blogs anymore. Once I started making dolls my focus shifted to craft and art blogs. This is where I've been ever since. I don't read much of anything though recently. I just don't have time. I can barely find time to post a single blog entry let alone form a coherent sentence TO post.

It seems as if my brain cells aren't firing at the same rate as they did several years ago. Maybe I'm overstimulating them with having my hands in so many different things. That's always been my lifelong problem: I want to do everything.

I haven't shared here yet but my husband and I, along with a handful of others, have started a new Church. We're beginning from scratch and it is a huge amount of work. Not that I'm complaining. I'm not. It's actually really fun and exciting but not exactly blog fodder. I suppose I could post about driving around looking for vacant spaces to rent or going to Kinko's to copy announcements and sermon outlines...

All this to say, I will try to post more but I'm not making any promises. Maybe I should go back to posting bullet point random stream of consciousness. At least it would be something instead of nothing.

Ebb & Flow

This is my family room in midst of transition. This is the wall my desk has been on but I didn't really like my work in the same space as the family room. I have moved it to the back room which is where my giant classroom sized chalkboard lives.

The art is a quilt top I found at a garage sale for $5. It's made of what appears to be old shirts for the small squares. The large yellow squares have handwriting scrawled on them.

H doesn't like this table here. Out it will go and in will come another couch from the other room. I'm sure it will all be moved around again in a couple months.

Here's looking into my kitchen from my foyer.

Tootie lost 2 teeth this week.

My Girl Loves Tape

This is Jim the dog. His velvet was starting to wear off in spots so she trimmed numerous black pipe-cleaners to create fuzz. She then glued the fuzz on. Not satisfied, she turned to tape. Tape is like crack apparently to a 5 almost 6 year old.

She saw me taking a photo and quickly slipped in the Valentine's Day card she made for our dog. She is really proud of that card.

WIP: Paint Begins

My posts have been sparse lately. I've got a million things going - or so it seems. I flit from one thing to the next. I need to be disciplined and remain on task. Although if I do the rest of my spinning plates will crash to the ground. Maybe I need to get rid of a couple spinning plates.

WIP: Three