I saw a

saying the other day, in regards to St Patrick's Day.  It said, "Blessed, not Lucky."  That is the way I feel about so many things in my life.  I don't feel lucky, per se, but I definitely do feel blessed.  

I've always loved the irish blessing that goes something like this.   "May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, and until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of your hand."  I have that on a plaque my friend, Barbara, and I made 27 or so years ago.  She painted it and I wrote it in calligraphy.

Like I mentioned, I didn't get out my St. Patricks decorations this year.   But I did make one project that I saw on pinterest.  

  
The website I copied it from didn't have the colored cardstock backing like I have. They just arranged it in the bag.   But, I needed them to keep their shape, so I added it.   I had quite a time finding the rainbow colored twizzlers, as I think everyone else in Happy Valley saw the same pinterest site and bought out the stores.  The gold is Rolo's candy.   My saying that goes with this treat is, "You are the Gold at the end of my Rainbow."  I'm not Irish, but hey, I can still use Irish prose. 

Here is a view

that most people don't see --because it is behind our bedroom door.

 It makes me happy. 

 Yes, there are probably about 100 flower pins on the magnet board (anybody want some?).   And there are multiple scarves hanging on another magnet board with magnet hooks (I thought I was pretty ingenious thinking of that).   And then just a few of my necklaces hanging on the metal jewelry hanger that Natalie gave me.  And then my bridal picture.  Gary may have reconsidered marrying me if he had known I was quite so OCD when it comes to having every color of every thing I love.  He may have decided I was a little too high maintenance. 

I was at

Gary's second ballgame today.  They lost horribly in the first game, but they redeemed themselves tonight.  I have to admit, I never thought I would find myself in the stands as a coach's wife. It seems much more relaxing than it used to be.  Maybe because I'm not running after little girls and also because he is not the head coach.   I've taken pictures of Gary two of his four baseball uniforms.   His hair is a little greyer, but other than that, he is still looks the same in a baseball uniform.

You may note a couple of little things.  His stance reminds me of Angelena Jolie at the Academy awards, minus the split in his pants.  And, second, my rotating shelf is bare.  I'm afraid that St. Patrick's day is going to get ignored this year.  I'll move straight in to Easter and bunnies in preparation for our annual Bunny Hollow get-aways with the girls.  Yeah!

Remember that

first event I helped with at Studio 5?  Well, Loralee posted it on her blog today. My pictures were nothing like these.  Go look at them at this link:

MAKE IT POP!

And, um, I don't think I'll report on my very poor efforts at having a schedule today.  But there is always tomorrow . . .

I need to

Learn to compartmentalize better. I become consumed with one thing (lately my job) and have a hard time letting it go. I am only supposed to be part time (20 to. 25 hours per week), but I can't stop until everything is up to date. But, of course in a business that thrives on new orders, it is never up to date.

This is not a new dilemna for me, just a different venue.

Resolve: Tomorrow I will allow myself 4 hours for work, 2 hours for yoga, 1 hour for cleaning, 1 hour for Dr's appt., 1 hour for reading, and the rest sewing and whatever else comes up. Pretty good plan. I'm hoping that publically committing to it will make me accountable.

We will see . . .

I give

up I just typed up a very intelligent and insightful blogpost. Not once, not twice, but 3 times on my ipad. Only to push some button that completely deleted them. I'll probably never have such insight again. I'm stopping before I erase this.

It has been a

Busy but good week. I have been working up at the studio every day. Lee is in the Congo for two weeks picking up their adopted daughter, so Loralee needed more help. This is the fourth child they have adopted, and they are all between 5 and 2. They are such cute kids. I am amazed at how she gets everything done.

Being at the studio has really helped me understand the products and the process much better. Lots of times there are questions I don't know answers to, and being there where I can ask questions on the spot and see what can be done, has really helped.

And, today I got my first paycheck!