Mike Putman, my blogging guru warned the class about blogging drunk. At this point of the morning I am wondering if he should not also have warned us about blogging without a shot of caffeine first thing in the morning! I have no pictures I am sharing today. I just want to chat. Nothing to say in particular, just that morning coffee/tea/pop/juice/ or what ever your beverage of choice is first thing after awakening. Ahhhh, and let us talk about awakening. We have a cat. We have a beautiful tuxedo cat. We have a tuxedo cat that we rescued a few years back. First cat I have ever owned. After the last few days, maybe the last we will ever own. ( This last statement is totally in jest as I was just begging my husband to let us rescue Kim of Sweet Sage Vintage's kitty in need of a home) Anyway, we had to install the kitty door in our bedroom. It was the only appropriate location due to one thing or another. It is right by our bed. One of the new high class infra red contraptions that can read the collar and only let the kitty wearing it inside one's abode. Love this part, as in the valley we seemed to have one and one half cats. Another black and white was using us for free. No love, no attention, just plain out stealing food and hiding in various places in the house. Did not mind until it got into something and started smelling like a skunk ten times over. I would walk in a room and immediately know, from the smell, we had a visitor. Did I also mention she was MEAN to our Sammy, our kitty?
Alright, back to my original story. Sammy has learned how to use the kitty door. As his mom I will also tell you he was a very fast learner. One time out the door and he had it down pat. Pat is a good word to use here as PAT,PAT,PAT, is the sound the door makes when he comes and when he goes. You know what this means. Awake, awake, awake, depending on the number of times he comes and goes. Now, many of you would say to just close the door at night. Can't because I cannot stand litter boxes. Sammy goes potty outside. Choices. I am thinking about getting a very loud fan to sit right next to the bed. We already sleep with a loud vintage one across the room. Love that dead noise.
We were supposed return to the valley on Tuesday, then Wed., then today. Now it is tomorrow. I have product to complete and deliveries to be made for next Tuesday so I MUST get my touche back to the heat. I need it to light a fire under there somewhere as product is not what I have been working on up here.
I did get the piles and piles of fabric somewhat organized and out of the middle of the floor. I need more of my storage pieces from home to continue to organize all this STUFF. I think I have had sort of a meltdown craft wise this week. I am normally a pretty organized and productive ( or so I thought, before reading Marissa's blog of artologist, and numerous other talented bloggers) person but this week, not so. I have been disgusted with all the STUFF I have. I antique, garage sale, sew, cook, create altered art, make books, knit, crochet, and blah, blah, blah. You get the picture.At one point I almost just picked everything up in the middle of the floor and threw it away. My logic was much as my husband's is when he is going on a trip. ( I think most men are like this-irritates the you know what out of me as I want to think in this manner!) He says if he forgets something he can buy it again. I was just about to close my eyes and take this plunge when the word GREEN came to my mind. Here I am creating something new out of vintage linens in an effort to save them and give them new life. Why does being GREEN have to become practical and politically correct just when I am having serious BROWN thoughts? Having said all this I will also let you know I have not even started packing my craft room closet, in the valley. I must purge. I must, I must.
Need that second cup of coffee. First one is long gone and I am still rattling away. Kim and Jennifer, hope to get in to Mystic for a visit before our Rocky Point week with kids. Kim of sweetsagevintage, have a lovely, lovely time in Cody. Know you will have lots to share upon your return. I hope to visit there someday. Bonnie, dear, kiss the bride for me and hug all your family, especially our Megan. Everyone else, I hope you have a HIGH time without caffeine or any other stimulant. Though if it takes it for you to function--indulge. My dad always told me to do what ever it took to make myself look and feel better. Hey, next post might be The Latest Two Things That Have Changed My Life. With that I will close and go down stairs for another cup.