Wednesday, February 25, 2009

How To Succeed In Life 101

Little MissMatched had their Project Sock design contest ~ a possible $500 cash prize. Bennie likes their stuff and eagerly entered two designs. (I have to admit, at the venerable age of 44, I kind of like their stuff, too. It's fun. It's colorful. And there's plenty of days I simply don't "match" on any level.) She spent a couple of hours, good homework time, sketching and coloring the sock template downloaded from their site. She made absolutely certain I'd filled out the required paperwork and got it in the mail before February 11 ~ nattering at me on a daily basis until it was done and I dare not utter the word "sock" without further interrogation. As a result, there were days Bennie was barefoot in her Converses because I wasn't going to even ask if she had any you-know-whats available to put on.

And then she waited.

When the online newsletter arrived, Bennie quickly went to vote on her own sock designs which . . . weren't there. Well, she was fit to be tied. It ruined her whole day at school. It completely demolished any plans of buying her friend a really cool birthday present from Little MissMatched. It required choosing from the same old crappy socks to wear that day.

Now, I'm pretty good at monitoring my kids' e-mails. I'll see that they aren't doing anything weird or make sure they aren't being stalked by child molesters. However, this one e-mail Bennie sent to Little MissMatched slipped under my radar and I was required to address it. As mentioned, Bennie had been stewing over the Sock Project loss all day at school and, well, she gave them a piece of her mind, by golly. So, when she wandered over to the kitchen to tell me she needed me to write an e-mail to the person who engineered to contest I was puzzled.

Ms. So-and-So wrote she was sorry things didn't go well for Bennie and that it's difficult to choose only 24 designs out of the thousands that get entered and if her mother could please e-mail the home address, she would make it up to Bennie. Gotta tell ya, at this point, I made my way over to the site to check out the designs that were chosen before responding. In my opinion, there were a few that could have easily made it to the mighty round file. As a result, I question the tastes of the individuals involved in the process of choosing from thousands of designs. But then, perhaps one gets a little sock-weary and just seeks to have and end to thing. (Hence, not a good jury selection ~ make future note.)

I responded with our home address thinking, "Well, she'll probably just get some small gift certificate or something. A card maybe." What a surprise to receive one set of socks (they always come in three's with similar color/design themes), a key chain and a pendant charm.

The moral: Success in life seems to require bitching to the right personnel.

Bu-yah.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Is it Spring yet?

The weather is starting to drive me a little batty. We're in that hazy icy-muddy sort of weather pattern that has one wondering what shoes to wear on a daily basis. When I've had it with working out weatherly whims, I spin. I am also at an impasse with knitting projects. I'm not feeling inspired to paint much either . . . so I spin. Actually, with the daily paperwork mill running and incessant ringing of the phones, I'm not inspired to much other than nap. Again, better to spin.

This is some British Import (pass the sugar, please) Blueface Leicester roving,
as the tag says, I purchased two years ago from the Sheep and Wool. I think I have five bags of it to spin ~ small 8 ounce bags ~ from Little Barn. (The site is down for maintanence otherwise I'd bother giving out the link.) I've decided to spin this lot thin and tight. So far, letting the wool wind onto itself, the ply looks sharp and shiny. We'll see where it goes. And what will I do with it? Socks? Another tote? Crossing those Creative bridges, burned or otherwise, when I get to them, thank you. Need more tea.






Saturday, February 07, 2009

Another Happy Arrival

Bennie's dolly made it in from Kentucky a couple of days ago. Due to business managment on the mountain, it was nearly impossible for me to get to the computer to do anything fun. But here she is pictured with my dolly from
New Hampshire. And only long enough to get this shot, I might add. Bennie immediately took her dolly to her room to be set in a special place ~ the shelf over her bed. This dolly also came with the cutest, tiniest flourite crystal in her pocket.
In the meantime, I'm having California dreamin' of getting into my studio to do something serious and with four-part harmony meaning. As usual, I don't quite know where to begin. Then there's that nagging obligation of domestic duties coupled with business paperwork shuffling.
I need a sabbatical. In my own house. With phones turned off. No TV.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Imbolc

According to Archaeoastronomy, today is Imbolc, Brighid, Candlemas whatever flavor tickles the fancy. I know many recognize 2 February as such, as well as Groundhog Day, but I like the idea of working with planetary alignments and natural rhythms. Back when I was making moon spiral calendars for my small publication, I noticed differences in the calendars we accept and those created based on nature. Calendar-making became a challenge at those times.

So, this is my biddy doll from one of my Flame Sisters. She came from far away to live in my studio with the dolly I received last year. (Not pictured at present because she's helping me come up with ideas for an Artist's Altar in my studio. She's been stewing over it for months.) I know I'm supposed to burn the previous year's dolly, but I can't seem to bring myself to do it. I enjoy each of them with their different personalities.

Bennie's dolly is waiting in the post office. I hope the postal worker gets smart, puts two and two together and delivers it up to us on the mountain. It's a small town, we're local. Stuff I don't even want that has nothing to do with me and is even incorrectly addressed still comes to this mailbox just because they know it's our mail . . . We shall see. Bennie is excited about receiving her dolly. She had a grand time creating one to be sent out to another woman far away.

Though it is snowing, I'm noticing a little more bird song and more crowing from the roosters outside (we're down to six of the buggers now). We even got one, lone little egg two nights ago. Surely, this is a sign of good things to come. I think a hen's rhythms are a better gauge to spring's arrival than some petulant rodent's issues with his shadow.