February 27th, 2006

Fairytale Princess Amy

Ded from the stupid, and other tales of the weekend

Yesterday, I think I saw the most hideous "crafting" I've ever seen, but apparently something in my brain saw the potential in it.
One of Liz's customers came in showing off her medicine bottle art. She melts down medicine bottles in the toaster oven and shoves beads into them and calls it art.
In my dream last night I saw this beautiful pair of earrings made similarly. Instead of big blobs of medicine bottle, there were smaller circles, probably half the size of the one that Liz's customer had. They were strung sort of mobile like around a gold core core with a thin coil of gold wire around them.
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In another dream, I was on a business trip with solies to a post apocolyptic London. At one point, I was in the Ministry of Education building, a stunning building that had suffered no damage at all, and I got a call from lain_mac just as I we were talking to the Minister of Education. I tried to conduct both conversations simultaneously. I have no idea if I was successful. I suspect not.

Yesterday was not a real successful day for me. I did finish Fong's bracelet, and, after much work, found my father-in-law's birthday labels for his birthday bourbon (and you never saw someone so happy in your life. Apparently it has been a particularly stressful week and they were all out of Old Forester at my in-laws when we got there, but there were other things that really prey on my mind.
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2. I paid too much for Jewelry because I'm a sucker. I like the jewelry, but no way is it forty dollars worth of jewelry. Jean was upset with me for allowing myself to be manipulated like that. Jean is right of course, and her stuff is way better, but I don't know. I felt so bad for her. Her designs are clunky, I bought the only one I could stand, and those medicine bottle monstrocities. Brrrrrr. I wonder if I could show her my dream vision and see if can make things like that.
I found myself looking at my medicine bottle this morning and wondering, why the hell are they such an ugly color? In my dream, she had more of the monstrosities in various colors, like blue and pink where she'd dyed the bottles before melting them, and even those, in my dream, were hideous. You can't hide the original color. It's not bad for a bottle to be an ugly color, it's never struck me before that they had a color at all. They were just sorta..well there, but now that I look at them...that hideous opaque orange. Terrible stuff.

Maybe I'm being too hard on myself. I got some cleaning done this weekend. I sorted a bunch of old mail and threw out 2 bags of old trash and mail. And generated 1 bag of financial records, 1 bag of things I want to keep, and 1 bag of things I want to shred with the shredder when I find the darn thing. I like my shredder, but I need a new garbage can for it. I also desperately need new heavy duty trash bags.

I got in a fight with hoppie about last week's trash bag. I took out the the 2 bags of trash I generated this week, but last week's is still by the door where I left it. It's where I leave full trash bags that need to be thrown out. Fight is a strong word, I guess.
Me: Hoppie, not right now, but soon, I'd like you to take out the trash that's by the door. I can't lift it. (I got it there by sorta scooting it across the floor)
Hoppie: Oh, is that what it's about?
Me: Yes. I wish you'd taken it out earlier.
Hoppie: I thought it was a challenge.
Me: A challenge?
Hoppie: To see how long it would sit there.
Is this some new torture where I have to beg to have the trash removed. I'm doing all of this spring cleaning by myself, with no help from hoppie. I haven't really asked him for anything, and this is actually the first time I've left trash for him to get in the four weeks I've been cleaning. That's the thanks I get? "I thought it was a challenge." It's not a challenge! It's your freaking house. Help clean it!
Me: It's a request. Please, take out the trash. I would have done it myself (LIKE I'VE DONE ALL OF THIS, EVEN THOUGH I DO NOT GENERATE CLUTTER IN A Vacuum!), but it's just too heavy for me to lift. You don't have to wait for me to ask you. If you see something that needs doing, you can just do it. I will be appreciative later.

Most of the fighting was in my head, I guess.

Seeing Robin was, of course, magnificent. We always have fun together, and I'm glad she was able to squeeze us in. Hoppie was too. He got up early to help me see her off. That's love. We had this conversation on the way to the airport:
Me: I'm really glad you're coming with me. Robin wanted to along.
Hoppie: Did she? I'm never sure she likes me.
Me: She adores you. She was always me to harass you forever.
Hoppie: Harass?
Me: Well, marry.
Hoppie: Ah.
Me: If she hadn't suggested it, I wouldn't have even thought to invite you, it being so early and all.

And I did finish my present for Paula. I'm rapidly crossing stuff off my list. That's got to feel good, right?