Excuse me while I flail.
HaldeCraft is going well. Really, really well. I am humbled and grateful and thankful and so very scared that one day everyone will wise up and see what fun I’m having doing it and they’ll stop buying because really, who should be allowed to enjoy work that much!? It’s unfair that I get to have all this fun and make things all day long. I’m happier than I think I’ve ever been, at least since I was about 14 or so. Dare I say, though… that I’m afraid of it… working? I’m afraid of being successful? IS THAT CRAZY OR WHAT?! I know some writers who feel that way, though. That one day their agent or editor will wise up and realize that they’ve had the wool pulled over their eyes; that the writer is really just having fun, so clearly that can’t be *work*. If you want to WORK for a living you should be miserable, and have to wear a tie or uncomfortable shoes.
Speaking of crafting, I want to make soap today. But to do that I need to clear away the crock pots in which I’ve been dyeing yarn for the last week so that I have room to cut up a 25-pound block of soap base. When I break it down into 1-lb blocks, I need somewhere to stack them. To do that I need to clean up all the fragrances I’ve ordered in the last week or two that are just sitting out. To do that I need to make room next to the other bottles. To do that I need to move stacks of soap molds I just have piled up on the counter. They can go into the bins under the cabinets. But when I look at the bins to pull them out, I see how messy the floor is. So I should sweep first. If I’m going to sweep, than first I should clean out the cat boxes so I can sweep up dropped litter at the same time I’m sweeping up dog hair. Speaking of dog hair, I really need to give both dogs a bath. Does anybody else have a brain that works like this?
I didn’t get as much knitting done for the holidays this year as usual. So if you were expecting socks, you’ll probably be disappointed. But I do have a lot of soap! And I’ll be making a lot of Chex Mix. Do I have your mailing address? You should send it to me just in case.
I really need to remember to set up a vet appointment to get these kittens fixed – I don’t want them getting out and making more kittens. No, really, I don’t. We’re at max capacity now, no matter how frelling cute kittens are.
I got streaks bleached in my hair. I love it! I should have done this years ago. It’s not that I mind going gray, it’s just that I’d rather BE gray. It’s the one-hair-at-a-time thing that drags me down. This way, with part of it bleached, at least I won’t notice. Until I stop bleaching it, and maybe by that point I’ll have a nice white streak, a la Bonnie Raitt. Or Bride of Frankenstein.
I need to maybe think about taking a day off every now and then. It’s just that what I do, crafting at home, is so fun! Every day before I get out of bed, I’m already thinking about what I can do that day. And then before I know it, it’s dinnertime, and maybe time to think about stopping crafting for the day. But a day off every now and then…? That wouldn’t hurt. OK, truthfully, sometimes I do take a whole day off. Like one day where I ran errands in the morning, cleaned house a bit when I got home, and then a friend came over and spent the afternoon. He’s going through some rough times and a bunch of us are all pitching in to be as supportive to him and his partner as we can (especially since I’ve known his partner since I was 17 and working at the comic shop!). We sat around and watched Young Frankenstein and talked about cabbages and kings. When he left, Tim came home soon after. Then it was time for dinner, and knitting, and TV. I consider that a day off. I should do that once or even twice a week, though, and not once or twice a month. Just because I love what I do is no reason to do it until I’m mad mad mad I tell you mad! I will love it just as much if I take 24 hours to not look at it. Can someone tell me why it is that when I had one day off when we had the yarn store, I never felt like that one day was enough – but now that I work at home, one day a week feels like too much?
My rough plan for the week (I don’t know why I have to write this out… maybe because it’s floating around in my head not letting me think about other things?):
Today – make soap, wrap soap I made a couple days ago, try to bathe dogs. Possibly entertain company that might come over in afternoon.
Monday – take Sunday’s soap out of molds, set to dry. Pour ceramics, clean ceramics I poured a couple weeks ago, try to do laundry.
Tuesday – paint and glaze ceramics I fired a couple weeks ago, load kiln, wrap soaps made Sunday, get together with friends for social knitting.
Wednesday – fire kiln, knit most of the day, perhaps make more soaps.
Thursday – looks like we’re going to Amy’s park for Thanksgiving! So knit in car, knit while Tim cooks at Amy’s house, eat, knit on drive home. DAY OFF!
Friday – unload kiln, reload with cleaned greenware from Monday, knit, and if soaps were made on Wednesday, wrap them. This could practically be a day off if I didn’t make soaps Wednesday.
Saturday – fire kiln. Either knit or make soaps. This could practically be a day off if I knit instead of making soaps. I could almost take three days off, making it a TRUE holiday weekend! I should consider that.
Both dogs wanted to go outside while I was writing the above segment – while they’re unsuspecting and in the back yard I’m going to go give them baths. MUHUWAHAHAHAHA.