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This is just a precursor to dipping cake in Captain Morgan.

I'm having a little birthday get together for a friend tonight, and while it was intended to be a surprise another mutual friend let the cat out of the bag which is perfectly fine because it means I don't have to keep the Vodka loving birthday girl sober until we show up at 9 and that makes me all Squee-ish inside.

I'm loving my torch this week~ and I'm loving me some pink, too.

Please don't tell the turquoise and earth tone sets that are in the kiln.

I can't have them turning all green.

Girlfriends on eBay

Princess Pink on eBay 

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That torch.

This glass.

Cloud Nine~

Midnight in the Desert~

Out of Africa~

eBay

This started out as a cheek to cheek photo...

But my Chelsea.

Le sigh.

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Do you know what happens when you fall asleep on the couch at 6:30pm for what is supposed to be an hour's nap?

If you're anything like me it means waking up bright eyed and raring to go at 1am.  And while that is kind of not what I consider a grand idea, being one of 3 people in Walmarket at 4 am is.  

I've got a full kiln and an empty belly, so right about now sounds like a good time to go Nom on some of that strawberry cheese danish that accidentally found its way into my shopping cart this morning.


Here are a couple of sets I have listed over on eBay ~

Autumn's Rainbow~

 Over the Rainbow~

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Except the Lipstick? It's on the teeth.

I went out with some girlfriends last night because a friend of one has a sister in law in town and she wanted to "white girl it up" so she enlisted our group to help.  Now before anyone gets all panty waddy this friend of a friend is in an interracial marriage and thus the sister in law is not of her race and the whole white girl thing was said in jest, and that is how at 41 I found myself in a night club full of very young very hip hoppy kids glancing at our table in obvious curiosity about WTH The Golden Girls were doing rolling up in their crib.

...if they even know who the Golden Girls are.

There were also a lot of girls there who looked like boys and while I am not one to concern myself with how anyone who isn't me gets down in private, I found myself smack dab in the middle of a REH-DEE-TA-GO situation very early in the evening.  Let's just say that when a young lesbian nuzzles your straight 40 year old friend's behind your straight 40 year old friend will suddenly decide that hugging you and whispering in your ear is an awesome idea and even though you love your straight 40 year old friend and would give her a kidney the last thing you want if you're me is her whispering in your ear and behaving as if you the 2 of you are on a date.

Ten minutes and 2 miles later we found ourselves seated in a much more appropriate venue with much more appropriately aged people kicking it to an 80s Rock band and chair dancing at our table.  It seems GoldenGirl Prohetero Style is just how we roll.  

41 is fun, y'all.

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Eight days? Really? Because I'm pretty sure I just wrote that last post, like, a few hours ago.

Someone please call the Lazy Days of Summer and order me a up a few before my head explodes.  Because my head?  Threateneth to explodeth sooneth ifith I donteth taketh some downeth timeth.

Y'all, I've been busybusybizzeybiizzzay.  Mama had her surgery and is now recouping at home, I had a big ole garage sale, I am almost finished setting up household, I only have a few more big scary heavy things to move out of my house, and if you'll excuse me now I'm going to shove some pizza down my throat and fall over dead.  Or maybe just asleep.

Boro Glass disk beads

available at

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I forgot what a pain in the bootay getting all this set up is...

But Progress?

It has been made.

ska wee.

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At least until someone decides to play the country music.

This is a monument

source

to a bug.

Enterprise, Alabama is my hometown and also the only city in the US with such a bug honoring monument and if I told you the iron gate around it has been electrified for a good number of years it would probably have nothing to do with the fact we may or may not have stolen the bug in high school and other classes may or may not have stolen the bug as well.

If you find yourself annoyed by my blatant use of the runonsentence you'll probably not want to come back here ever again amen.   If you find yourself intriqued by a robe clad Grecian lady holding a giant bug in the deep southern south of the US, The Boll Weevil Monument is Googlable .

It is also in the center of downtown in the city in which I now live again...a city I was loathe to ever return to when I left at 18 but have since discovered isn't quite as awful as I'd once believed which means I've either grown up or it has grown better or maybe both.

So for now I am still in Alabama 10 miles from where I was 3 weeks ago, and when my responsibilities here are fulfilled the packing and moving begins again ~ destination Oregon.  I'll let y'all know when that happens because I know you are just dying to help. 

In the meantime I'm enjoying reconnecting with old haunts and old friends and the taking of crazy pictures in old haunts with old friends.

I'm also doing a little beading.

and a little learning of The Patience

because what I want and what God thinks is best

aren't exactly jiving at the moment.

As it turns out?

Squee.

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If you aren't already craving a Reese's cup the size of my head you will be after you read this.

Back in the 90s my ex and I came this close to buying a newly designed loft apartment in downtown Houston.  I've always loved open floor plans~ give me a giant room in which to twirl between areas and twirl I will.  Fast forward a few or 15 years and I find myself living in just such a space~ a wide open 580 sq ft room in a gigantic house shared by 7 other people~ each with their own private spaces.  Because the kitchen and baths are communal I don't think I would have entered such a situation with strangers, but having known these folks for half my life made the decision easier.


My 2 living areas are for the most part comfy and settled, but  I'm kind of stuck on getting my work spaces in order until I get my ventilation in and can set up torch shop so for now I'm still stepping over boxes and bins which you should read as "OUCH!" because by stepping I really mean tripping.


Here's a 360 view for those who have asked, and because I am still unpacking from moving I shall not apologize for the messes.

Torch Space

Super Cozy Den

Beading Nook

Fireplace/Open area

Kitchenette into Sleeping Space

Dreamland

Home Sweet Home

I've already learned so much about this whole cohabitation thing and I have to admit it is nice having people around when I feel like socializing.  Except for this morning when I passed one of them in the hall and he said "I figured you were awake when I heard the elephant in your room eating pizza and saying 'REALLY!?'"  ...and y'all should read that as alone in my room I blew my nose, had leftover pizza for breakfast, and then expressed my frustration out loud over the fact that my backspace button popped off my keyboard and still refuses to go back on.


I'm not sure which of those is most embarrassing, so I'm going to stop typing now and trust you'll find yourselves distracted by something shiny.

These sets from my private stash are on SUPER SALE for $22, with FREE SHIPPING. 

Go git ewe wun!

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Let's have some HAPPY, shall we?

SMILE!

It's a beautiful day.

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Juxtaposition Transition

Change is good, right?  Right?

I don't mind telling y'all that the last year of my life is not one for the story books, at least not yet.  I feel as though I've been walking around on my head kicking at the clouds, the left side of my brain locked in a battle with the right in hopes of forcing the white fluff into some semblance of order.  Let me just go ahead and say Yeah.  No.  That isn't quite how it works.  I mean you can of course feel free to do the same as often and with as much fervency as your heart desires, but basically at the end of the day you'll just be standing on your head kicking at the clouds leaving the world to assume that you are related to me.  Expect to hear "Bless your heart" frequently.

It's been a minute since I felt like writing anything here...partly because I've spent the last 2 weeks packing and moving and partly because I've spent the last 2 weeks packing and moving.  If you have not spent the last 2 weeks packing and moving then I'm over here trying not to be jealous of you.

I am going to try not to say the words packing and moving again, except to mention that packing and moving are not nearly as fun as lying on a white sandy beach in Tahiti sipping pina coladas through a straw held to your lips by a speedo wearing Matthew McConaughey.  Yes, I said speedo.  I also said MATTHEW McCONAUGHEY.

The mishaps of the last two weeks are funny, y'all, in an ohmerkawd that shit ain't funny until it's funny kind of way.  I'll get around to the details, but for now let's all laugh at the fact that I just went from 1200 sq ft to 580 sq ft, and I LIKE IT.  

I discovered a few buried beads while emptying out my freezer last week, (awesomely cool beads that refuse to come off the mandrel out of the kiln can sometimes be loosened by spending time in the freezer), and instead of chunking them into the trash with all of the other stuff I was too exhausted to care about I hunted down my pliers and SWOOOOSH I had 3 awesomely cool mandrel-free beads in my hand.

I was kind of struck by the whole thing.  The lighter my load has been becoming, the freer I've felt.  It seems the beads agree.

So yeah,

Change IS good,

and if you are so inclined
these beauties
can be liberated
from
Studiojuls.

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