So I woke up this morning thinking that I’d got it all wrong and the art festival was today after all.
Well, I’d be a bit late that’s for sure.
It all started because, for a month now, I kept telling myself, and everyone else, that the show was going to be on the 27th, but then I got my acceptance letter and it said it was on the 5th of May. Of course, because I just knew they’d messed up, I still worried that it was on the 27th. Yes, I did go to the, maybe they’re trying to squeeze me out by giving me the wrong info, place but, only for a fraction of a small paranoid moment, and then I told all my peeps that the 5th it was.
However, panic set in as I sat here this morning, drinking my tea, thinking about life, the universe and everything, and how much jewelry I have hanging around yet I can’t seem to stop making it, and how on earth will I ever get rid of it all, and will the finale of, The Following, be as good as we expect it to be or just another false alarm, when suddenly I just knew the festival was today and I’d blown one of my only chances to sell some of the darn stuff.
Yes, I only do one festival. Time to re-think that now that I’m a recovering super-chicken.
This, and the bizarro dreams, has led me to believe that I may, perhaps, just a smidgen, most likely have a little, (like this much ), anxiety problem.
Me thinks more tea is in order.
Don’t worry, I checked and it is the 5th.
I’m drinking my tea right now out of this,
It’s my new favourite. The size is perfect, the rim is the optimal thickness, it has a pleasing shape, and, most importantly, just look at that bird. As we all know, these are exactly the requirements needed for great tasting tea.
Yesterday I cleaned the studio even more than I did the last time by getting out the little blue shop vac and actually vacuuming the floor. Man it was bad. First I had to vacuum the filter of the vacuum. It was so chocked up with stuff from previous, garage related, vacuuming that it wouldn’t suck up a feather. So I got out the big orange shop vac and vacuumed the insides of the blue one. It was kind of like a dad giving his kid a good once over before sending him out into the real world. I have now decided to keep the little blue one for myself. P can have the big one. I haven’t told him yet as I know he’s very possessive of his ‘toys’.
Then I made this.
with a green t-shirt on!
Now, this may not sound extraordinary to you, but to my close peeps, this is huge, right? And, yesterday it was a dusty red one!
Perhaps this is why I’m having the, (this big ) anxiety stuff going on right now.
Maybe it’s back to black today.
Which leads to ….
For your entertainment.
O.K. so perhaps the whole funeral thing isn’t that entertaining, but it’s still good.
Happy Friday people.
(N.B. So, it’s Saturday. See, anxiety right there ….)