Anxiety Attack

Ok, well, not exactly an anxiety attack, but something akin to panic. You see, today I took three pieces of my current collection (check it out on my website: www.abstractinfusion.com - it takes forever to load so be patient) to a gallery here in oklahoma city called 50 Penn Place Gallery. Here is the scoop. It is run by 13 artists who vote on what artists will be accepted as guest artists at a monthly meeting. I sent in my artist packet with my resume and "artist statement" and a cd of photos of my work. Got a call back asking me to bring some work to a meeting. So now its there. The meeting isn't until September 3rd, but I'm already aquiver with nerves - like a small anxious dog only I won't pee on the floor. So cross your fingers, knock on wood, say a prayer, send out good vibrations, hoodoo some voodoo, gimme whatever you got in the support department because I need it. I have 27 pieces of art in this collection that I would love to clear out of my space in exchange for $$$$$. Hahaha. nervous laughter. anyone interested in owning an original Lacey Christiansen, feel free to contact me! Hahahahhahaha, more nervous laughter. Yipes. Must stop typing and try to remain calm.

Giggles

My lovely children all dressed up, running in circles on a blanket. They derive more pleasure from this than I can even begin to describe. Kids - go figure.

Doll House Blues

For my pregnant friends and thise of you with newborns, I give you this advice: If you have any desire of building a doll house for your precious little one, Start NOW! I am building a dollhouse for Zoe (4) that my MIL bought for her birthday and it has become the bain of my existance. The box says "fast, easy assembly" and I beg to differ. The box should say tenuous, tedious, and virtually never ending assembly. Now I consider myself pretty crafty and thought that this should be no problem at all. I was over confident it seems because, while I have made progress, the more I get done, the farther off the finished project seems. The worst part is that it was an involuntary project and maybe that is why it seems soooooo, well, irritating. So be forewarned. If you should plan ahead and do just a bit at a time from conception through about age 4-5 you should be well finished and your child can enjoy tearing your hard work to shreads in a more timely fashion. So here I am avoiding the dreaded doll house. Now that I am stuck ranting about it I keep thinking how I would be making more progress to go work on it than to sit here droning on about how I hate working on it. So I suppose in the next little while I will have to pick myself up by the proverbial bootstraps (since I, of course, am not wearing any shoes) and get to work. In the words of Julie Andrews/ Mary Poppins "well begun is half done." So off I go. Wish me luck.

What day is it?

Is it really Friday? Somehow I have lost a day this week. How does this happen? Did I just sleepwalk through an entire day? All day yesterday I thought it was Wednesday and today I thought it was Thursday. And yet here it is Friday. The odd thing is that I usually clean and do laundry on Thursdays (more intensely than I do every other day of the week), and when Rob came home, fully aware I am assuming that it was indeed Thursday and that I clean on Thursdays, he didn't say anything. That maybe wouldn't be odd for some men, but it's definately out of character for this man - he notices everything and generally when something is out of the norm he mentions it. But no, when he got home to a less than spotless house which he should have been expecting- not a word. So I went on believing that it was wednesday. So Today I spent all day cleaning and doing laundry, etc. When I finally realized it was Friday I couldn't believe it, I checked the computer and my phone and with the neighbor - yep, I even asked the neighbor. So I should be happy right? Who doesn't love Friday? But I am so stuck on wondering what happened that I could have missed a day that I can't get to the happy yet. It's like when you are driving somewhere farmiliar and zone out then suddenly awake from your daze already arrived at your destination and wonder how you got there, if you ran any red lights on the way, and the like. Only I managed to zone out an entire day! Okay, Okay, get over it already. This is not the end of the world. But, I wonder what else I forgot this week?