This is a post that just is here to get the ball rolling, to get over that invisible cliff of not writing. At least not writing anything other than jewelry descriptions for my Etsy shop. They're tougher than you might think. Let me tell you. Example:
Black Hills ... Lampwork and Brass Bracelet
Description
Two years ago we embarked on a trip out to Big Sky, Montana. In April. Because we just hadn't had enough winter in Northern Michigan and we needed to get us some more. I pity those fools who spent their spring breaks basking in the Caribbean sun while we trudged through snow on horseback or took our lives in our hands while being whipped around ice covered lakes by wild dogs attached to a flimsy sled.I'm not at all bitter.
On our drive back home we stopped at a restaurant in Rapid City, South Dakota. For the life of me I can't remember the name, but the colors were spectacular and the inspiration for this bracelet of corals, olive, black, and mustard yellow, wound together with antiqued brass findings and bronze wire.
All made by me in my little studio overlooking Lake Michigan, surrounded by dogs and classical music. Ha! Who am I kidding. I like me some Jack Johnson and maybe a little NPR when the timing is right. Which has nothing to do with this bracelet.
This will comfortably fit a 6 to 7-1/2 inch wrist, I do believe. Accented with Swarovski crystals and coral.
C'mon! That's the work of a literary genius, I'm telling you. A post in and of itself! I'm nothing if not long-winded.
This post is to get over the hump of "Sheesh, it's been so long! How do I start? What do I say? Do I tell everyone that my mom has been admitted to Hospice, a comment that makes most people breathe in then out slowly and say they're sorry?" Actually, that's been a good development but hard transition for my father. He's the one I worry about.
Why, oh why, won't he get a cat? A warm little bundle of life that would be there when he got home.
He's taken such wonderful care of our mother for the past 8 years especially, that the house must seem empty and his life needs reassigning and at 82 years old I can't imagine how you go about doing that.
So, do I mention any of that?
Do I mention my part-time job walking dogs? The job that everyone says, "Must be so much fun! Do you just walk dogs all day?"
Yes, yes, I do walk dogs for a great majority of the day. My first week there I walked for 4 hours. Straight. I've never been so physically tired in my life. Or hungry. For cookies. I also pick up a whole lot of dog poop.
Kate has never stopped writing. I hope you've been keeping up with her here:
http://www.theblankiechronicles.com
for posts that make you think and then rethink how you might be thinking. And for writing that makes you celebrate little things like homemade aprons and sparkly shoes.
I guess I write about all of that because I was starting to feel like I do when my thank you notes keep being pushed to the back burner. Is it too late? It's too late, isn't it?
I don't think so, because I've got so much more to say.
I'll be back.
