Posts Tagged ‘crafty’

You Could Sell Those On Etsy

July 14, 2014

“They are amazing.”

I felt quite tickled to hear that.

Especially coming from the lady who had only moment prior described herself as liking being dark.

I used to like being dark too.

I still can get my black on like nobody’s business.

But as of the last few years, Burning Man, I have continued to follow my glitter heart, beribboned festooned soul, and sparkle pony self into further ideations of what it means to be me.

I picked up a packet of glitter glue at the store yesterday and decided I was going to make some more hair pieces for la playa.

“It’s like a craft bomb has gone off in here,” I said with a laugh.

There were heaps of flowers in various stages of drying from being appliqued with glitter and curls of ribbon, some pink feathers and tiny glittery birds that I got as a magnet set a long time ago and some of the magnets popped off, so I decided I would incorporate them into a fancy piece, embroidery floss in a variety of colors, plain barrettes waiting to be decorated, loops of thread, and a big pile of buttons.

I thought I would perhaps make a bunch of them.

But I got two done.

And that’s ok.

I sort of got over it after awhile.

The one I made in the beginning, the one my friend gushed over, really is the stand out though.  I took some burlap and frayed it then bunched it up into a circle and overlayed it with a sea foam green netting, then I pinned a green flower with glitter on the petals into the middle of it, added a couple of different kinds of ribbons–one that looked like little green truffula trees–and a tiny blue bird with pink tail feathers that I had added into the teeny rump of the magnet.

Then I sewed it to a green barrette.

The girl at Mendel’s who helped me, last year (I had gotten the majority of the stuff last year between Mendel’s in the Haight and the discount sewing center in the Mission, but had no wherewithal to go through with making the pieces I envisioned) actually shoo shooed me away from using glue to afix the pieces to the barrettes.

“Sew them on, they’ll be more sturdy and if you are going to Burning Man you won’t be worried about the pieces breaking off or flying off the barrette if the glue loosens.”

Good advice.

For I am planning on wearing them to the event.

If I go to the event.

My brain, the malicious monkey part of it, is half convinced that upon arriving to work tomorrow due to my inclement asking for a raise at the event, that I will be fired or I will be uninvited to work the event.

I know that is a big old lie the brain pan is telling me, but I can admit that it’s there, those thoughts.

Most of the time those thoughts are just not good for me so I leave them lie.

I have wrote out what I need, figured out my ask, which is what I asked for last week, broke down the numbers, and am prepared for whatever outcome is to happen.

I am also prepared to not go if the family decides to change their mind.

I don’t think they will and I don’t think they will fire me either, but if so, then, hey, I know I am imminently hireable and something will happen.

For the moment, I act as if I am going.

I know I will be paid what I need and I can leave it alone.

My biggest concern is continuing to stay slowed down so that I can be of optimal service when I get there.

I know the estimated heal time for the ankle is 6 months and it’s been five and a half weeks since I injured it, so it’s still got time to heal.

And when I showered today I could feel it swelling up and getting stiff, so I am icing with peas and took some ibuprofen and I am being easy in my body.

My brain may be a mental mongoose of monstrosity, but at least I can be easy in my being.

And the mind wasn’t that bad today.

I have done a lot of writing over the last few days, loads of inventory, and I know that whatever the outcome, I show up tomorrow for my job and I do my job and I do my job well.

I will be taking MUNI to work.

I have decided to give the ankle another week off the bicycle.

I did not ride it anywhere today.

Rather I just walked up to Other Avenues and bought what I needed to finish out the ingredients for my soup for the week.

I made yellow and green split pea soup with carrots, cauliflower, onions, garlic, chicken, and brown rice.  Pair that with some raw carrots and some homemade lemon humus and I am set for the week.

Or at least seven meals.

That’s about what I socked away in the freezer.

It’s going to be a longer week for me as well, so the extra rest is a good thing.

I am covering two nights shifts in addition to my normal five-day shifts.

I will be doing a nanny share again four days this week, possibly five, although I am not 100% on that, and working Thursday evening and Saturday night.

My plan, God laughs, is to have enough set aside so that I can pay rent for September before I leave for Burning Man.

I just want to have it covered.

So no matter what I make it will be enough.

And it will be fancy hat time when I get there.

Aside from that I feel like this week will be similar to last.

Working and thinking about Burning Man.

And going slow, slow, slow with the ankle.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Not like I even know where I am racing to.

But it will be slow and steady.

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“Fun”ded

June 22, 2014

A friend told me today that it’s called “Funemployment.”

Jesus.

I don’t know who you are talking to, but help me get some of that, please.

Now that my rent, thank you God, and my phone, thank you friends, and my utilities, thank you family, and my groceries are taken care of, thank you Universe, what indeed do I have to be afraid of?

“Easy does it,” she told me yesterday, and “we absolutely insist on enjoying life, so go have fun.”

I am not quite sure how to do that.

I suspect that going to Wisconsin is going to be fun, you could put me in a paper bag like a cat and I’ll be happy to nestle in it for days, hanging out with my best friend, is the best.

I suppose that’s why she’s my best friend.

That and she’s damn pretty and damn smart and funny, and well, yeah, I am biased, but she’s all that and more.

So, in like 9 days, I’ll be having some fun.

But what can I do now?

In the next nine days, now that I don’t have the anxiety of what is going to happen to me since I can’t work for over a month? I have to incorporate some fun into my existence.

I have a lady coming over to do some work tomorrow, which is its own kind of fun.

And the gentleman who helped organize the whole crowd funding thing himself, is going to stop by for tea, he wants to see what all the fuss is about.

How it is that I know so many people from so many places.

I get around, dontcha know.

I know a lot of folks because I like to live life, I like to say yes, I am not upset at myself any longer for the scooter, I was just trying to cram more into the stream of life and I got ahead of myself.

There’s got to be a balance for me.

A little fast.

A little slow.

“It’s going to whiz right by you,” a friend told me tonight over a cup of tea up at the Starbux in Noe Valley, “before you know it, you’ll be right back in the mix.”

I know that’s true.

The days loom long, but if I keep it small, they are manageable.

Today I got up and was already having a hard time with what I was going to do.

I did my morning routine and asked that I be guided to just take the next action in front of me instead of having anxiety about how the entire day was going, that I “didn’t have anything to do” was actually a lie.

I could begin to break my day down into small, bite sized pieces and go from there.

I had breakfast, which is not quite the ordeal it’s been since I am able to now walk well enough in the boot to not need the crutches inside.

So, breakfast, made the bed, made the coffee, iced the ankle while I was eating, made a second cup of coffee, iced the ankle some more, wrote four pages long hand, sat and did a meditation, and got myself into the shower.

I will admit, that despite the shower stool in my bathroom, I am still not showering quite as much as I would prefer, it’s still a big ordeal to do it.

But it went easier than the last time and I was able to get in and out without doing irreparable damage to myself.

Then a load of laundry.

A few phone calls.

My ankle is singing, so sit down.

Have a cup of tea.

Elevate it.

Ice it.

I have to say, I probably ice it more than it needs, but my god, it feels so good that I enjoy it.

The best part is when the cold is just a tiny bit wet, the condensation soaking my sock, the frozen peas somehow get colder, and it numbs it all out.

It is lovely.

I also reminded myself to continue with the ibuprofen, the pain is not too bad and I can manage it without, but I also know that it’s an anti-inflammatory drug and when I walk for a bit in the boot or don’t have my ankle elevated, there is still swelling happening.

It doesn’t look dead dog leg bad.

But it don’t look real purty yet either.

So, ibuprofen is still happening.

But the fun.

How do I get some fun up in this bitch?

I will say I have been writing more, that’s a kind of fun, low-key, you know.

I have been listening to a lot of music.

That’s great.

Doing a little chair dancing with my foot on a pillow.

Sitting outside when the weather abides it, the sun on my face is fun.

I’ve gone through an old photo album and found some photographs I had completely forgotten about.

That could be a little fun for me.

Now that I am a bit more dexterous with the walking boot and the crutch–down to one crutch when I go outside, I could go for a little walk in the neighborhood, like a block, maybe two, and just take some photographs.

Get really into the tiny details of the block I live on.

I’m sort of movied out, tell the truth, not too interested in watching videos.

I do need another book.

The Jonathan Lethem book was so not doing it for me, I had it dropped off at the library by a friend yesterday.   And today I ate the entire book “Slam” by Nick Hornby, not bad, not great, but easy and light and a quick ass read, so I have nothing new in the house to read.

I think what that leaves me with, aside from the no fun data entry I agreed to do (half way done!), is the crafty bit of making some hair pieces.

I found out another friend is going, (I actually typed right over that, assuming that you know where I am going. “You can still go to Burning Man?” A friend asked, and when affirmed that indeed I would be, he concluded, “then everything’s fine.”) to that man who burns in that place over there in Nevada, and I thought, I should make her a fancy little hair piece to give to her on playa.

Now that sounds like fun.

Make some things for people, not think about myself.

Get crafty, girl.

Now that I am not having financial nightmares about rent, et al, I can perhaps enjoy the rest of my down time.

Aw.

Hell.

I will enjoy the rest of my down time.

Maybe I’ll even glitter my boot.


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