Magenta Sequins

I think this blog is going away

And the other one too.

So I pay for this service and for many years I was able to expense the whole Typepad experience to a client.  Now not so much.  And now I pay for web hosting services for my business - before Typepad hosted my web site but we've since upgraded.

I am thinking of only having one blog which is both professional and personal because I think that's better for my business marketing.  That means the business blog gets more personal or the personal blog gets more business and we end up somewhere in between...

So I am thinking of getting a book made of Magenta Sequins for a keepsake because there is so much history here even though it hasn't been seeing much action as of late.  I think I've read about services that do that?  Maybe that would even be a good birthday gift for someone whose been asking.

I have til May to work it all out but I've pretty much decided.  Thing is, between now and then I need to get invigorated and start a relevent blog that can bridge the gap and serve to get me photography and design exposure and be entertaining - there's got to be some interest or it's a waste of time.  Hmmmmm....

Here are a couple of blogs that I find inspirational that may be a good model - and I'd love to hear if you have any thoughts or suggestions (other 'business' bloggers you like etc)- feel free to email or comment  -

http://sharonmontrose.blogspot.com/

http://madebygirl.blogspot.com/

Setting up for a photo shoot: today's stand in

Talk about working overtime.  This sweater is getting tons of action.

Setting up for a photo shoot: the stand in

Merry Christmas

 

Dug thinks I can wear this with leggings.  Oh, and Clio, this is what happens when you introduce your man to Etsy.  Really.

I just finished knitting DUG's hat

Do you think he'll like it? Maybe he'll stop wearing Little Miss A's hat around Bridgeport. It's getting a bit embarassing.

Homegirl finally got some new clothes

My 4 work appropriate outfits are all at home screaming in over-worked relief.  Happy Monday.

My work day suddenly just got a tad more interesting...

And do you know how small Chewie looks next to a Barbie?  It's like Attack of the 50 Foot Women.

Finishing

Believe it or not, I am doing finishing work on some of the gazillion holiday gift projects I have started and left, you guessed it, unfinished. Still I am not finished.

But if I were finished, that would be disappointing. Which would be bad.

If I were finished, that would leave room for something new and exciting to start. Which would be good.

Hmmmm. Age old issues. You'd think we'd have this resolved by now. But - we are finishing -ish AND it's a whole 25 days til Christmas... So that means if I'm making you a gift, you're totally going to get it - finished.

For those of you at a desk today, I leave you with a day in the life of (mini)Chewbaca

Yeah.  No joke.  So Chewie has been penned up in the car for a little over 2 hours at this point.  And he was grumbly.  If you have ever heard him grumble, you get it.  Old man curmudgeon, grumbly.  

So he's grumbling in his car seat most of the way home from dance class and cranks up the volume as we are turning into the parking lot.  I finally pull into my spot and he is practically exploding with energy as I attempt to extricate him from his seat.

He's out of the car on his leash and waiting for me, impatiently pulling, and then he full on starts growling.  Now, he's 3.5 pounds.  So he's growling.  More like purring.  But I'm all, DUDE... GIVE ME 5 SECONDS TO GET MY SHIT TOGETHER!  And then I turn around, and 3 feet away from Chewie, in front of a bush, there he is... Mr Skunk... his white stripe glowing in the night.  And there's Chewie, lunging all 3.5 pounds of his body weight against the leash I am holding with the tip of my left pinkie.

My eyes just about bug out of my head and a million thoughts rush through my head in that moment.  There is a skunk - in the landscaping of my urban development in the middle of Bridgeport!  It's really cute!  And little - he's just a little guy like Chewie awwwww. A skunk?  Oh god they stink! And Chewie is growling ohgodwhatifitsprays?! my car?! me?! Chewie?! ohshitohshitohshit RUN!!!

So I drop everything I am futsing with in my back seat, slam the car doors and run the eff away with Chewie sprinting alongside.  (my light jogging training seems to be paying off)

But now I spend the rest of the night imagining someone running over the thing and I want to go out and protect him... and then I imagine what my car will smell like when one of my neighbors runs him over.  Ew.  And then I look at Chewie and ask him what he thought of the experience, but he's too busy rubbing his teeny tiny tushy on the softest piece of material in the room to remember anything about Mr Skunk.

Further Tales of Anticipation: Weekend Crafting Part II

Anyone notice I tend to take on more than humanly possible in any given weekend?  Let me tell you, that's a recipe for certain disappointment.  Just call me to see how I'm feeling any given Monday morning.

Anywhoo, here are some things I'm liking in the arena of statement neckpieces.  I do not have a single supply necessary to create one of these besides glue and tools.  Not one rhinestone, nor a piece of felt, not a ribbon, not a flower.  And it's Thursday.  Tina's coming tomorrow.