party time

200 water balloons + 4 pounds of bacon + 90 degree

weather (what a relief!) + one kajillion kids =

PARTAY!!!!!

Happy Birthday, little buddy!

 

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beaded journals

As I mentioned previously,

I've been beading up a storm lately.

My favorite thing to bead at the moment is

these little (3.5" x 5.5") Moleskine journals.

I just love the contrast between the

shiny beads and the plain cover stock.

These little, hand-beaded journals are now
available at my Etsy shop...
which is finally open! Yay!

I don't have much in the way of packaging 
and logos yet, but I do have sewing labels! 
So here's the way they ship:

Whee!

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for a friend

Ever since I made this little zip bag, I've been wanting to make

a small purse for myself out of the fabric. It's incredibly soft!

I'm not sure where it came from, but I suspect it's some sort of

microsuede. And isn't the color just so exciting?

 

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yum

Okay, so this is a horrible photo. I get that.

But the marshmallows were homemade and

pretty darn tasty with chocolate fondue.

Recipe here.

 

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sorting beads

I have been all into beading lately. I love the texture of beads,

the vibrant colors, and the delicate sheen. Unfortunately, sead

beads have a way of traveling. My whole collection of chartreuse

and blonde beads fell out of their containers into a much bigger

container last week, and completely mixed together. Once combined,

they're not all that easy to tell apart! So I sat down tonight and sorted.

As I was sorting beads, I realized that much of my life these days

feels very similar to this process. I spend so much time chasing

down mundane details that roll away quickly as I approach. This

isn't a new sensation, either. Perhaps I'm just the kind of person who

is always sorting beads. My attempt to start a cottage business has

been that way -- slow and precarious, picking through minutiae.

Beautiful things happen here and there, but not in a Type A person

kind of way. Rolling little balls of color around tonight, it dawned on me that

this is not such a bad way to live. If I can accept my turtlish

tendencies and stop trying to be a jack rabbit,

maybe I'll be able to enjoy myself more along the way.

 

 

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