Pressing on

Five days in .....the Sweat Shop has produced 38 bracelets.....50 more to go. No two are alike and sadly I want to keep all of them. Pics to follow when I can find my camera.... somewhere in the bead soup.

What a nite

Glued as most to the weather channel worried about our friends in Wilmington and Manhattan. The power of the Earth Mother is fierce and deserves our awe not only our reverence. Keep us posted peeps. We realize some of you are on the move to higher ground and some house bound with generators. Praying all of you are safe.

It has begun.....

OMG, I totally forgot how to bead. The concentration, the late nights, the Baileys ...I am so out of shape....must try harder......

Why do you do it?

By 7 pm last night my knees had become my ankles and my shoulder was waist level. The day started at 6:30 am and seemed never ending. I started with a doctor visit and by my final thankful drive into the garage I had exercised in the pool, bought a birthday gift, returned a sweater, got groceries, had a clinic hospital appointment, returned library books, bought a card, washed the car, gassed up, did a Winners run and all accomplished without coffee, breakfast or lunch and it was only 1 PM. To continue once home with wrapping Xmas gifts for a surprise delivery to Alberta, Wrapped Birthday gifts, cleaned small deck, picked up doggy doo, made borscht, put a roast and potatoes in the oven, cleaned my honored guests bedroom, did a final sweep of the Studio, did 2 loads of laundry and finally at 6:30 PM called it a day with a cup of tea, ice pack, and a handful of pills. So donzo.

Setting up

 The clean sweep of the Studio

 Assembling the refreshment area, stocking the mini bar and a trip to the Bulk Barn

Giving my honored guest the special seat at the table....Slaves rule at Madonnart Studio

Fair??

Life is simply not fair when it comes to prep time needed (men vs women) for formal events. The annual anxiety inducing Gyro Installation  evening has arrived. The Dude reaches into the closet pulls out his Tux not touched since last year, gets a haircut and finds his dress shoes....done! I on the other hand gaze unimpressed at my classic black ensembles and sparkly tops and the anxiety builds. I detest formal dress and I cannot bring myself to put $$$ out on something I will wear once a year. It takes me several hours to try on, mix and match and finally choose my outfit which of course can all be scrapped an hour before we have to leave. Then I need to reassess available support wear, find suitable footwear another challenge for mobility unstable peeps like myself, get a hair color, defoliate visible areas, get a Manipedi and finally look for coordinating jewelry, evening bag large enough to include the  Dudes stuff and find a wrap, Are you still with me? Sometime around 4ish I start the preparations which include at his persistent begging to check the Dudes Tux and shirt which he has just decided to search for. This possibly might entail washing and ironing....not smiling. TOA is usually 6 PM and we need to leave by 5:30 PM. but before this can happen, dress shoes can't be found and camera as well as  Dudes array of necessary condiments placed into tiny evening bag (I remove my lady stuff). He of course is calm, not covered in a film of sweat and looks fabulous and I.......well that's always a crap shoot isn't it......

She's coming....

My bestest friend is coming for 2 weeks to bead,lunch,bead,lunch etc.......