Around My Neck (and on the wall)

I have been following the KonMari method to declutter my house and the main tenet is to only keep the things that bring you joy. I have a rather large collection of dragonfly necklaces that my daughter and husband have bought me over the years and they definitely bring me joy! I wanted a way to display them on the wall so I could see them all, but after shopping for a week, I couldn’t find exactly what I was looking for. As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I had a brilliant idea to frame them but have them still be accessible.

It was easy, too. I used a cheap wooden frame from IKEA, a piece of cardboard cut from an Amazon box, and a scrap of scrapbooking paper that matches my bedding. I started by removing the glass then used it to trace out the size on the cardboard and paper.


Some double tape glued the paper to the cardboard. I measured across the top and marked in 1/6 of the way from each edge, then cut down half an inch at each mark. I put it inside the frame, cardboard side up, and traced across the top on the inside.


Cut across the line between the marks and flip it over.

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Put the chain into the slits created from the downward cuts and adjust it so the pendant is centered.

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Pop it into the frame without the glass and done!

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I was so excited to try this out, I did it before I even repainted the frames so just ignore the chippy bits. Now I have beautiful and meaningful art for my bedroom walls and I get to see my favorite necklaces and enjoy them all, even when I’m not wearing them!

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Whip It! Whip It Good!

Busy days! Our weather has been insane, with temps ranging from 29 degrees one day to 69 degrees the next. While the cold days have me curled up in the bed in pain, the gorgeous days have me filled with energy. Yesterday was one of those gorgeous days, and it also happened to be Aubrey’s day off, so the great room swap of 2014 pushed on!

For those of you just joining in, I’ve been trying to get Aubrey’s room swapped with what was my office/den. The only problem is that my daughter’s room looks like Goodwill threw up. She loves to go thrifting, and is VERY good at it, so there are designer clothes EVERYWHERE. Then there’s her shoe addiction, which is evident by the ridiculous number of shoes this child has. On top of those two clutter-creating things, she has tons of art supplies, books, and knick knacks. She never gets rid of anything, and it has become a major issue because her room stinks.

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When Aubrey moved back home in January 2012, I bought a filter for an air purifier that we had lying around, hoping it would keep the dog smell down. A few days ago when Matt and Amanda came over to help me move furniture around, we noticed a thick layer of dust on every surface in Aubrey’s room. The curtains were white with dog hair, the bed skirt was the same, and the ceiling fan was a health hazard. I know she’s a slob, but we’ve never had that problem with the rest of the house. We were baffled by what could have caused it. In the morning, I woke her up so she could start dusting down the walls; fortunately, it was just dust, not greasy or oily. As we cleaned, I decided to order new filters. I took apart the purifier to find the filter model number and found the source of the pollution. The filter had over an inch of dog hair clogging it. GROSS! It was a solid chunk that I peeled off in one piece. Needless to say, we unplugged the purifier until the new filters arrive on Friday. Thank goodness for Amazon’s two day delivery.

I’m super excited about moving Ron’s computer out of our bedroom. I’m angling to get a king size bed, which won’t fit until the desk and the comfy arm chair are gone. I’m also dying to paint that room, which can’t be done until there is less stuff in there. But the first thing that I’m going to do is replace the curtains. We’re still living with the hideous blue sheet looking things that were hanging when we moved in. Our walls are a sickly green, and the ceiling has acoustic tiles that are falling down. Yup, it’s time to make a change in that room.

In between our cleaning days, I’ve been crocheting up a storm as I finish a baby blanket for Ron’s boss. I also joined an Artist Trading Card group, so I’ve had a ball tearing up magazines and covering everything with Mod Podge. Having a clean, organized, bright and sunny room is going to make all of that stuff more fun when I have less of a scramble to find my supplies.

I think the thing that has surprised me most is how much time I have with the house clean. Or I should say, how much guilt free time I have. Since it only takes a few minutes in each room to keep everything clean, I have the rest of the day to relax and do the creative stuff. My whole life, I’ve procrastinated the chores and snuck my craft/reading/napping time, which wasn’t as much fun as it could be because I was stressed out about everything being a mess. I wish I could go back in time ten years and slap me. My only hope is that I can instill some good habits in Aubrey before she moves out on her own.

Yesterday, I managed to get all the Amy snot off the windows, the curtains washed, and the walls clean. We threw out five bags of trash and swept the floor three times. Of course, the living room is now a disaster, but as anyone who ever owned a Rubik’s Cube knows, sometimes you have to break one to fix another. Of course, while Aubrey was moving stuff from the living room into her new room, I took advantage of the time and cleaned the laundry room and bathroom. While both of those rooms are still far from “CLEAN,” they are no longer disgusting and don’t make me want to cry quite so much.

Today, we’re taking a small break to run some errands, but before we leave, we are moving the bed. Aubrey has to be at work early today, so while she’s getting dressed, I’m going to swiffer and orange glo the floor, then IN goes the computer! WHOO HOO!

As an update for those of you who are following along with my marriage drama, night before last, we made a frittata for dinner, talked about the horrid IT department at Ron’s company, and Ron made popcorn as our bedtime snack. We laughed and kissed and it was wonderfully normal. Sigh. I love those days. They are what live for.

The Only One Who’s Laughing Is The Advertising Man

Generally, I use this blog to tell stories about our crazy household. I do occasionally venture into more serious territory, and that’s where we’re going today…down the road to where Adult ADD and hoarding meet.

I’ve known for quite a while that I suffer from Adult ADD. I am finally to the point where I am admitting that I have a major problem, and it is time to do something about it. I can’t focus on any task for more than a few minutes at a time, and my brain is constantly racing. Yesterday, I talked to my therapist and told her that starting with our next appointment (which is in January), I’d like to focus on solutions for my ADD.

I’m not surprised with my diagnosis. They have identified the gene marker that indicates if a child will be prone to autism. If the child gets it from both parents, they are more likely to be somewhere on the autism spectrum. But if a child gets one gene, they are more likely to suffer from ADD. That same gene marker is also linked to certain auto-immune disorders, like Chronic Fatigue Syndrome, Crohn’s Disease, Celiac Disease, ulcerative colitis, and of course, fibromyalgia.

I often say that fibromyalgia doesn’t like to play alone, so it brings all of its friends along with it…sleep disorders, ADD, digestive disorders, interstitial cystitis, Chronic Fatigue Syndrome…the list goes on. Not everyone with fibro will have all of these other disorders, but they are at higher risk. I’ve always been able to just deal with it. I’m sure it was mild when I was a child, although I was prone to clutter from an early age. I think it’s worsened as I’ve gotten older, and now it’s become paralyzing.

I have a difficult time finishing tasks, which is why there are a countless number of WIPs (Works in Progress) all over my office. I’m well on my way to starring in an episode of Hoarders. It’s affecting every part of my life; I forget appointments, wander around the grocery store because I can’t think of what I’m supposed to pick up, and of course, my house is a mess, which stresses out my family. Even worse, I see the same problems growing in Aubrey. Luckily for Matt, he is a minimalist so no clutter problems there.

I know that before one can solve a problem, one must admit that one HAS a problem to begin with. I fully admit that I have a problem and my life has become unmanageable. Now it’s time to turn it over to a Higher Power. In this case, that means I need to find someone who specializes in working with people with ADD. Fortunately, NAPO (the National Association of Professional Organizers) has a directory of organizers that specialize in ADD and clutter.

Ron read an article a few days ago about hoarding being an official diagnosis in the new DSM-V. This is an amazing thing for people with this problem, as it means that insurance will cover someone who actually comes to one’s home to help them work on the clutter directly, instead of just talking about it in an office. At the moment, however, insurance covers very little when it comes to Adult ADD and hoarding.

I promise that this will not become a blog about hoarding! But with all the recent talk about access to mental health care, I thought it was time to admit that even in the most normal of households (we’re as normal as the next houseful of crazy people!), mental health can rear its ugly head in many different ways.

If you need help with decluttering or organizing, you can find a professional organizer near you with the NAPO directory.




Working For The Weekend

Sigh. It’s 10am and I am dreading the necessity of having to once again drag Aub out of bed at what she considers an ungodly hour, especially since it’s her day off. Even worse, I’m making her get up so she can go job hunting. She loves her current job and has no intentions of leaving it, but she’s not making enough money to really get anywhere. Unless I want her living in my house until she’s 30, she needs a bit of a push and shove towards getting a day job, too. She’s planning to apply at Victoria’s Secret so she can at least get a discount on things she buys anyway. I wish she’d work at a craft store; I’d save a fortune!

I have yet to sleep, because I fell asleep when Ron got home, and slept until Aub got home. My schedule is all screwy, so I figured I would stay up and get it back on track tonight. It’s easy to do…I just don’t take my sleep meds. Tonight, I’ll take them at a relatively early time, and be asleep by 11pm. That gives me 13 hours to get a huge list of stuff done.

Since I stayed awake, I used the time to start cleaning my mess. I almost have a coffee table! It still has crochet notions, office supplies, and manicure stuff on it, but that’s all minor compared to the giant pile of stuff I went through last night. Once I get it cleaned off and polish away all the stickiness, I’ll feel like I’ve accomplished something. When the living room is clean and the tree is up, I may just pop a bottle of champagne.


In between my bouts of late night cleaning, I caught up on some other people’s blogs (YES! I DO actually read your stuff!), and continued reading this Amish love story series that I started a while back. Don’t laugh! It’s surprisingly good. I’ve actually learned a few things, too. Our library carries the series in e-books, so I check them out to the cloud and then I can read them on my tablet, phone, and pc.

For those of you who have no clue what I’m talking about, Amazon has a cloud reader; the cloud being virtual storage on a host. Anything that you store on some other site, instead of locally on your computer or other storage device is considered to be “in the cloud.” In other words, if you don’t download your gmail/hotmail/yahoo email, it’s kept in the cloud. I love cloud computing, because I always need stuff when I’m the furthest away from it, like coupons. Since I use hotmail, if I’m out shopping, I can access coupons in my email, as most places can now just scan your phone. Nifty, isn’t it? Whether or not you have a Kindle (I don’t), you can still use the Kindle app on most other devices. Since I never know where I’m going to be or what device I’ll have with me, it’s nice to have books multiply accessible. The Amazon cloud reader even keeps track of where you stopped reading, so you don’t have to search for your place, even across devices.

Anyway, now that you’ve had your tech lesson for the day, back to what I intended to write about…

I’ve been in this whirl of feeling overwhelmed by my surrounding disorganization. It’s almost reached critical mass, in that I’m becoming rather depressed about it, which makes me not want to move off my bed. I look around and have no idea where to start. My yarn is reproducing at an alarming rate (I swear, I haven’t bought ANY in almost a month!), and I have managed to start more projects than I can finish in the next 12 months, let alone before Christmas. However, last night, I realized I was cleaning in five minute increments…and by the time the sun rose, I’d gotten somewhere. I read all the time about professionals suggesting setting a timer for 15 minutes, but being in a fibro flare, 15 minutes is out of the question. Now five? That I can do.

I think what started this is coming across a blog on living simply: She writes about how she gets rid of at least one thing a day. This is a woman who has no stuff. WTF is she getting rid of, I’d like to know? That said, I felt like I could commit to getting rid of one thing a day, too. As she points out, at the end of a year, she has 365 less things in her house! Trust me when I say I could easily get rid of 10 things a day and still have a shit ton of stuff left at the end of a year, but I would have 3650 less things.

At first I thought it would be a great New Year’s resolution. I’d start the year off with throwing out/giving away a thing a day, and keep a running tab in a separate part of my blog. I’m super OCD about weird shit, like having to start things at the beginning of the week, or month, or year. I also won’t get out of bed unless it’s what I consider an “even” number like 8am, 8:15am, 8:30am, 8:45am, etc. Yes, I know 15 isn’t an even number, but that’s not the point. The point is that I can be batshit crazy about certain things, especially regarding time. In spite of this, I am so excited to embark on this experiment, I’m starting on a SATURDAY in the middle of the month!

As an extra incentive, I’m putting a penny in a jar for every thing (or in the case of paper, every pile) I give away or throw out. I’m curious to see how fast I can save up. At the end of every 30 days, all that savings will go straight to a credit card. Anything I sell on eBay? Credit card. Garage sale? Credit card. Craigslist? You got it! Credit card! I may not be able to get out of debt as fast as we got in it, but it will go a whole lot faster.

So wish me luck. You’ll see a new tab pop up later today with a list of the things I got rid of. Ready? Set? GO!

“Everybody’s going off the deep end…”




My Life Is Brilliant

Well, it was a long four days, but yesterday was worth every sore muscle and aching joint. We started with a cluttered, miserable, dreary, and unusable space that had become just a walkway that we went through as fast as possible to get somewhere else. We couldn’t use our dining table, so the last meal we ate as a family in our own home was at Easter, and the time before that, Christmas. Our house is already small, and we weren’t using a fifth of it.

By the time my fairy godparents were done, I didn’t want to move out of my seat, both because I was tired and I was in awe that my friends Leigh and Bill had taken my most loved possessions (that went with the color and theme of the room, of course), and what I thought was the world’s ugliest furniture and turned it into a room worthy of an HGTV show. While most of those shows have a minimum budget of $500, Leigh pulled this off for about $250, ALL of which was paint, electrical outlets and switches, some brushes that I didn’t have, and a ceiling fan. Everything in the room was already mine!

Bill is a wonderful husband…he just nods his head and does what she tells him to. Ron was as bad as the dogs, and even though he took Monday and Tuesday off, I think if he could have hid under the bed yesterday, he would have. He was fine when they were painting and doing the basic, bottom layer stuff, but when Leigh started putting the furniture back in the room, he lurked in the bedroom for most of that time. When Leigh asked him if he liked it, he said, “I really do. It doesn’t look like Carolyn’s taste at all.” Sigh. Fortunately we have a marriage counseling appointment scheduled for next Wednesday.

While I have to do one more coat of gel stain on my French doors, stain a side table, and paint my dining table, here’s the basic breakdown of the room.

Bare walls, bare windows, bare cushion covers. What it looked like when we started on Tuesday morning.

After the first coat of gel stain. I added the second coat, but it needs a third.

The first thing someone sees when they walk in the door is a collage frame that hung in the entryway of our old house for almost 10 years. I took all of the photos of the kids, their friends, and Ron.

Finally! A place to eat. The dining table still needs to be painted. The candle holder was purchased at a candle store in Fredericksburg for $10, the picture of the bridge was bought at Goodwill for $5, and the butterfly pics were bought at Walmart for Aub’s dorm room at $5 each.

The Poppies poster was $3 at a garage sale, the frame was $15 at Michaels, and the dragonfly hung in our old bedroom. I bought that for $12 at World Market about 10 years ago. Leigh confiscated the comfy chair from my office, and the ottoman serves double duty as a coffee table.

The antique desk (which came with a chair that wasn’t used in this room) was bought on craigslist for $75. The curtains and pillows were left over from when we staged our old house to sell. The curtains are from World Market, and were $20 each (and were a gift from my mom!). I did have to buy the sheers, $5 each at Walmart. I bought the curtain rods for staging the old house, and the sheers are hanging on $3 rods from IKEA that I’ve had for 10 years. The pillows were $7 each at Ross. The lamp is from Target ($15), the chest was a Christmas gift from 13 years ago (it was a makeup set, actually), the faux books are storage boxes bought at Ross for $6 and $3 each, and the digital frame was purchased on for $45. The sofa is Crate and Barrel, bought on craigslist for $120, the mirrored candle holder is from Michaels ($9), and the dragonflies around it are actually Christmas ornaments that I picked up at Pier One 8 years ago for $.75 each. I’d never used them! The pink throw was another dorm room purchase, from IKEA for $15. The bamboo “rug” was another craigslist find for $20. It’s perfect with dogs in the house, because it’s easily cleaned.

The lantern on top was a gift from my ex-husband for the Valentine’s day before we were married, as was the box on the top shelf. The wooden “relax” sign was a garage sale find for 50 cents. The statue of the mother twirling her child was from T.J.Maxx for $12. The three vases are from IKEA, $2 each, the birdcage was a Michaels find for $8, as was the bird, $2. The star lantern was a table centerpiece at a Christmas dinner for Ron’s old company, so it was free. Matthew made the bowl in high school and the little gray vase on the shelf below. I bought the frog with a monkey and a sofa at a little boutique for $15, and the picture frames were $5 each at least 12 years ago. The Arabic writing quote was bought at a craft fair for $10 from a woman from Afghanistan. The botanical collage was a gift from Ron’s dad, 11 years ago. I’ve had the picture frames for forever. The wooden vase was a garage sale find for $3.

The watercolor that was the inspiration piece for the room. I bought it for $5 at a garage sale a few weeks ago, and I loved that it made even my old living room make sense. There is actually nothing wrong with it; the white marks are from the camera flash. I used gel stain on the frame to make it match the other wood. The lamps are IKEA ($10 each, 13 years ago), as is the filing cabinet, a craigslist find for $50. The dragonfly vase was from a boutique in Austin for $25, about three years ago…a major splurge for me, but I obviously have a dragonfly addiction.

The butterfly is a match with the dragonfly behind the comfy chair, and was also $12 at World Market. The vases are IKEA, $1 each. The turquoise vase was $8 at Michaels (the same thing goes for upwards of $40 on Joss and Main or One Kings Lane). The watercolor was painted by a friend, but I bought it in a silent auction for $15. The tiny teapot frames were from a boutique in Fredericksburg, $5 each. The leather bound Tolkien books are Ron’s, a gift from his dad when he was younger. Three of the wooden boxes are from the same boutique as the dragonfly vase, and one was a gift from Ron. Two more teapot frames, and a family photo from six years ago, taken by a photographer friend and given as a Christmas gift. The two bottom books were from garage sales, and the top two are from Michaels’ dollar bin. The baskets were garage sale finds, and part of a four piece set for $5.

The overall view, taken from the dining corner. Perfection!

I cannot believe this is my living room. I love just sitting in here. It’s my second most favorite place in the world…Leigh’s house is still my favorite, just by virtue of being located in Connecticut. I’m sure it has something to do with it looking much like Leigh’s, but with my stuff.

This was better than Trading Spaces, since we didn’t have to do someone else’s house while sweating on camera. Also, I didn’t have to worry about coming home to hay on the wall, or orange carpet. Next on the plan of attack is to finish my office, then the playhouse, then Aubrey’s room, and finally, horror of all horrors, the laundry room. The kitchen will be last…maybe. Leigh plans to come down more often. It will sure make this place sell a lot faster next year! However, that will all have to wait, as I pay for the last four days of hard work with the next two weeks of being bed bound. At least I’ll catch up on the afghan that I’m making for Leigh’s grandson.

If you want to see Leigh’s amazing artwork, check out her facebook page at Leigh Whalen!

“You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, it’s true…”

Purple Flowers and Orange Tea, and Goosedown Spinning Quilts and Turquoise Chairs

I’m feeling pretty blessed at the moment. Normally, I hate using that word, but it’s shorter than saying, “Gee, the Universe seems to really be on my side lately.” That does seem to be the general flow, though.

It started out with helping my friend to sell a house. He was kind and generous enough to share his commission by purchasing a new computer for me, since my old one was about to die. Yes, I am typing right now on an HP Pavilion that can kick a gaming desktop’s ass. It’s glorious. Not one single crash, no matter how many GIMP images I have open at one time. My old one crapped out at 30 files; I have yet to reach this one’s limit. There’s also the advantage that the wrist area doesn’t reach 200 degrees Celcius while my wrists are resting on it. Also, I have yet to burn my fingertips. Yes, a few more months of using that old one, and I’m pretty sure I could become a professional thief, as I would have no fingerprints. Best of all, it is dead silent. I can’t hear it make even so much as a hum.

Then at the beginning of the month, I opened my bank account to find a large sum of unexpected money. The source? My ex-husband’s tax return. Until he’s fully caught up from the $28,000 he owed us in back support (he’s down to about $23,000 now), every year at tax time, we get a lovely surprise. It’s actually kinda nice to have all that back support, as it is currently paying for his children’s college educations. This particular windfall went directly onto our highest interest credit card. That left us with a still pretty hefty balance, but it was a good chunk.

While I was in Connecticut, I opened my bank account to find ANOTHER large sum of unexpected money. A VERY large sum. I immediately called the source to verify that it was really mine, before I spent it. Sure enough, it really did belong to me!! That went right onto that same high interest credit card. That left us with a very small balance that I was able to pay off on the next regular payday. YES! I have a credit card with a $0 balance!! I did the happy dance for days. Paying that off gave me a high that shopping never has. I discovered that getting out of debt is way more pleasurable than getting into it.

After that discovery, I worked out our 19 month plan. We are going to be out of debt by December, 2013. Period. I don’t care if that means I have to sell plasma, I am paying off every one of the cards that are left, and then they are going to collect dust in the corner. I want to move to New England, and Ron refuses to move from this house until we are out of debt. DEAL!

A few mornings ago, a tree fell on our house. Seriously. The giant tree in our front yard split in half, literally pulled out of the ground, and fell on our house. Fortunately, that tree was right near our curb. Fortunately, our roof is three years old and in very good shape. Fortunately, only the soft flowy branchy stuff hit the house. The actual trunk only reached our porch. We called our insurance company, and they explained about how much our deductible is, then said they would send someone out to look at the roof, and would have a couple of arborists that they use give us a call. Fortunately, I waited but didn’t get any calls (they did call, but I generally don’t answer phone numbers I don’t recognize). Fortunately, I belong to Angie’s List. So I looked up tree trimmers and found “A Best Tree Service.” They were here within an hour, and gave me an estimate that was less than half what everyone who saw the tree said it would cost to remove it. Plus, their estimate including removing the entire tree, not just the part that fell. It had to be done…having a tree fall on your house is bad. Having a tree fall on your neighbor’s car…well, that’s just a whole can of worms that we really wanted to avoid. Since they were the only ones who returned my call and promptly showed up with the super low estimate, we shook hands, they did a fabulous job of removing my tree, I wrote them a check, and they were on their merry little way. The entire process was about three hours. I was a very happy homeowner.

Yesterday, the roofer from the insurance company came out and gave our roof his professional blessing, and said nothing was so damaged that it needed to be repaired. Woo hoo! That meant the tree service, which was drastically less than our deductible, was our only cost. Yay!! Even better, I paid cash for the tree service. No additional credit card debt required!

Two days ago, I noticed that Aubrey had posted, “Happy Days!!” on her facebook wall. When I asked her what that was for, she said she’d heard back from Mount Holyoke, and they extended her leave so that she can return in fall of 2013. YES!!!!! So she gets another year of incubation before we toss her out of the nest again. This time, though, her heart is not broken, she understands that she HAS to take her meds, she will live off campus so she doesn’t have to worry about cross contamination of gluten in her food, and she will have a car. Plus, the plan is for us to live relatively nearby so she has a support system, and we will notice if she starts to crash again.

On top of all of this, I finally got my bathroom shelves into place, so my bathroom looks a million times better, cleaner, and bigger. I’ve managed to work 15 minutes a day on clearing my office/craft room/bedroom space, and it is finally starting to look like a room in a normal house, not like an episode of Hoarders. Papers are getting filed, craft supplies are getting organized, and this room slowly continues to become my happy place. The cleaner it gets, the happier a place it is.

However, while all those material things are lovely (not that Aubrey’s deferral is materialistic), the best thing about my life lately is I have discovered that I really don’t have to take anyone’s crap. When a relative kept making nasty, thinly veiled insults about me and my children, instead of escalating, I put them in my facebook restricted list. Now they can’t complain that I deleted them, they likely won’t notice that they aren’t seeing any posts from me, and I don’t have to read their shit. When a “friend” accused me of sexually abusing my daughter for taking boudoir photos of her, and said that I shouldn’t encourage Aubrey’s interest in Burlesque dancing as I was leading her down the path to a career in pornography, she also went into the restricted list.

Aubrey is almsot 19, not 9. All of the photos were artistically tasteful (I took them, not some creepy internet guy). Aubrey is extremely conservative in her daily dress, and beyond conservative in her personal life, although she is equally liberal in her political choices. More than anything, Aubrey is a dancer like I am a writer. It’s not just that she loves to dance; it is who she IS. It is her identity. So if she wanted to study pole dancing, I would still freakin’ support her in that choice. Personally, I don’t consider Burlesque to be any worse than ballet or jazz, or any other dance form. Yes, it is sexy, but so is belly dancing, and this friend let her daughter take belly dancing lessons when she was only 15. I didn’t accuse HER of leading her daughter down the path to a career in porn. Aubrey voiced her desire to take Burlesque dance lessons after watching Chicago. Last time I checked, Chicago did not qualify as a porn flick, and neither Catherine Zeta-Jones nor Rene Zellweger are porn stars.

The facebook restricted list is like cyber-Siberia, and it is freakin’ awesome. It’s the best way to distance people who you can’t really delete, but with whom you don’t really want to share your personal life, nor see theirs. However, if they want to delete me, they are completely free to do so.

So I have not just been cleaning up my craft room. I’m cleaning up my life, clearing the dust, decluttering all the negativity and bitchiness, and getting happier every day. Life is good…I just had to choose to make it that way.

“Well, my friends give me purple flowers and orange tea,
 and goosedown spinning quilts and torquoise chairs.
We greet one another in a wild profusion of words
and wave farewell amidst the wonderment of air.
In the laughing times we know we are lucky.
In the quiet times we know that we are blessed and we will not be alone.” – Arrival by Dar Williams