Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Too Much Time on My Hands

My monkey is in Cape Cod for the week. It's amazing how much time he eats up, in a good way. I did all the laundry, finished the latest issue of BUST, solved a Sudoku puzzle, started the second sleeve of a long-languishing sweater, and gave myself a pedicure between last night at 7 p.m. and this morning at eight.
What am I going to do with myself this week? There is a principles-of-yoga discussion group tonight at 7:30. I could clean the refrigerator. Make some casseroles to feed my family for the upcoming school year. Burn CDs from my old computer's iTunes library.
I will take advantage of the empty time and ponder my dream, my goal: to work entirely for myself. How can I make this happen? I will research online, leave no stone unturned. I will plant seeds.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

BUST 15th Anniversary Party

Felice from Girlie invited me to this fab shindig. My sweetie and I headed to Spiegelworld on the South St seaport. We love the new taxi feature - a map tracking our progress around the city, and NBC highlights of the Olympics. Plus the cabs take debit cards now! It was a bit odd to be watching TV as we zipped around the best city in the world. 
We scored swag from babelandBlack Phoenix, and Crunch Fitness. Sublime Stitching supplied their Vital Organs Embroidery Patterns. I was eyeing some cotton dishtowels at the 99c store across the street yesterday; they would be the perfect foil for some vital organ creations. A tape measure from Janome inspired me to visit their web site. Oh, to make a purse from recycled cowboy boots!! The boots I find in thrift shops are always too small for my dogs. Good thing Doc Martens sponsored this event.
Of course, tonight was not all about play. Whilst Michael braved the bar (screwdriver for me, vodka and cranberry for him) I passed out a number of bookmarks promoting my etsy shop. My basic line was, "Will you visit my etsy shop?" with a kind smile. No one refused the bookmark! And yes, I handed a bookmark to Deb Stoller. Will she actually visit my shop? I suppose there is no way of knowing.