Finding Me 2.24

I did this. And now...

Little Me

More snow. More cold. I'm so ready for warmer weather. Seriously. I say that almost every winter, but this year it's snowed so much, not a lot just often. I'm ready to move on. Almost like...

Cleaned some, thought some, talked to my brothers. Silly, we're all silly. I really hope we never lose that, that we never get so mad at each we stop talking. *stops with the sentimentality*


Post Picture: Me at about 5-years-old, on the steps at my old house. I loved pink when I was little. Then I just stopped...liking pink and being little. heh

Vortextuality

Got 4 blog comments yesterday. (It says '5', one was me.) Made me feel special. heh!

I haven't made anything for the shop today but I did finally get some headway on another introspective piece (writing, you know), which I've also titled 'Vortextuality'. (Made up words are the shiz) Here's the beginning:

I'd been hung out to dry these last few days, wanting to write it out, not having the words or any cohesion for the few ideas I had. Expressing through language is tricky for me sometimes. Even though I know in my head the words I want to use, writing them just doesn't work. I try and the sentences grate on my ear. Maybe that's only something writers understand. Or it could be a problem of mine alone. *adds to list*

In the words of Mr. Darcy, in the BBC Pride and Prejudice, I shall conquer this. I just want to know why I had to go through it in the first place.

Post Picture:
My sketch pic from yesterday. My artist mother, sketches doodles all the time. I inevitably end up playing with words and letters. Should tell me where my chief interest lies. :)

Zephyr

I photographed those magnets and listed them. The picture above is clickable. They bring my magnet design listings to 10. I feel good about that. I like even numbers. Plus, a goal of mine is to get to 20 designs. So I'm halfway there.

Short post today. I don't want to harp on things, especially things I don't want to detail on the interwebs. My thoughts are repetitive and...yeah.

Push. Fight. Win?

I attempted a sewing project yesterday. It didn't work out the way I had hoped. I'm no stranger to this, somewhat botched attempt at 'brilliance'. No artists/designers, or very few, are. But it just feels like nothing is working for me now. It's me against the world. I've felt like this for a while. I'm tired of it. Addendum: The very smallest something has me smiling. Amazing!

I'm still going through our pictures. I'd gotten sidetracked like I know would. But I'm back because I need to do something with my days. Found this one, of my and the brothers at a wedding, circa 1999. I'm in the center, in case you can't tell:



Post Picture (top): My feet. I had on mismatching socks yesterday. I noticed too late for it to be the post picture for yesterday. I can dress myself...really.