Brain Constipation

My brain is bloated and encumbered.

Sometimes it is just what happens when I have a few projects up in the air and I lose the ability to focus on the one that I am working on right at that moment. Everything on the list tries to cram in and ends up clogging my synapses.

Individually, my head computer should be processing:

~ the final art project for Viji's
~ my first ever bridesmaids dress alteration
~ Jen's baby quilt, baby shower and custom dinosaur room adornments
~ the vines a craft fair acquaintance is having me paint on her decorative plates
~ the NKOTB Donnie Wahlberg stand request I got on Etsy

This morning, it was all swirling into a jumbled mess.  My eyes glazed over as I envisioned a beautiful vine wedding arch framing the lovebirds Viji and Donnie. The silky fuchsia fabric was running through my fingertips reminding me that I needed to design and sew a bridesmaids dress in time for the ceremony. Then I heard the sound of helium filling a balloon, only to turn and see that Donnie was suddenly 11 months preggers with Jen's baby dinosaur.

I've got issues.

In a past job I had a giant whiteboard that I would write all my ongoing projects on with their little sub tasks. After completing a task I could glance up, see the other priority items and then choose the next task.

What should I use now? I've tried some online to do lists and project management things, tried Evernote, and still use my thick notebook for notes and planning, but it isn't the same. Maybe I just need to get a giant whiteboard for home. Maybe it is just the way I operate best. Like I take normal dumps on the toilet, I need to take brain dumps on the white board.

Before I got to the point where Donnie was ready to deliver this morning, Roldy brought me back to the present. He needed to take care of business too, and there was a heavy patio door standing in his way.

As I watched him take care of his number one and number two priorities, it became clear to me that Viji art, Ivy plates and Donnie stand were my priorities. And in that order.

I am back in business.

But I still want any tips you have. And eventually a giant white board.

Genius: Hong Yi

So, what are you up to?

Working on that TPS report? Waiting for your baby to self sooth? Trying to combat your stress tears with enough java to keep you coffee-shake-flailing until the end of the Mayan calendar?

Good luck with that.

How about you harness some of Hong Yi's awesomeness and use that coffee for an art exploit instead?


        

Genius.

And in only 12 hours.

I know this is wrong. It is just that I really love a good cup of untainted black coffee.

Yup...I kind of want to lick it.


VIA: Laughing Squid

Pain In The Glass

I finally made it down the way to pick up my fused glass efforts from February.

The bowl is pretty. I have love for it because I bled over it.

But, it isn't the love that makes me gasp and have a visual asthma attack from the shiny enchantment.

Nope. Not from my bowl.

That would be what happened when I saw Jonathan Adler's Puppy Uppers Canister.

Visually, of course, beautiful and amusing.

Personally, though, funny because Mr. Schatze is diligently trying to train our naptastic snuggle dog, Roldy, to play. He gets a treat when he runs and noses the ball after it has been rolled across the floor. Another treat when he carries the rope toy back to Mr Schatze after a toss...carries on his back after I gently place it there because he refuses to pick it up with his teeth.

If anyone could use some puppy uppers it is Mr. Schatze. Roldy just wants a tin of 'Owner Cuddle Mints."

My bowl does match the glasses nicely. I just wish I wouldn't have tried to do an exact match of the styles. Instead maybe doing a pattern with the different colored thin strips like the red around the border. 

If this were a garment, the judges of Project Runway would tell me that I was way too literal in this adaptation. Agreed.

The pendants are kind of merry. Merry in a "I don't have enough gray hair to actually wear them as a pendant but will turn them into fridge magnets" sort of way.

Is it wrong to store your puppy uppers next to your glitter? You know, for cross contamination purposes?

No, not that way. I just don't want any crumbs in my glitter. It actually might be kind of magical to have a dog racing around the house farting out a glitter poof every few minutes.

Learn more about Puppy Uppers from Saturday Night Live.