Still Alive

Hello my poor little neglected blog that I doubt anybody reads anymore. I've been fairly MIA. In April I moved from my 1902 apartment into a little 1898 apartment. This was only the second time I've ever moved and with the large amount of stuff I own it was quite a production. It took exactly two weeks to move everything and I'm still not 100% situated.


Clyde is doing well. He likes to spend HOURS looking at himself in the mirror. If he's not doing that, he's playing in water. I call him Mer-Clyde because I think he's part mermaid. Also note the old hardwood floors. I have wanted hardwood floors FOREVER and now I finally have them and I will never go back to carpet as long as I can help it.


The store is still doing well. I don't think the excitement of someone coming in with an armful of still to sell/consign will ever get old. I want to do this forever.

Photo Dump/Around The House

Time For Change

I have realized I spend too much time thinking and not enough time doing. My mind is constantly racing with sewing projects, ideas for the store, the thousands of items I need to list on Etsy, blog posts, business ventures and everything in between. So many ideas and very rarely do any of them come to fruition. I suppose in some weird way I've gotten into the mindset that as long as I'm thinking about it things are getting done when, obviously, that couldn't be further from the truth. Right now I get about 1/10th done of what I should be doing.

So no more! I'm not going to focus on the mistakes, just moving forward. I'm leaving my usual hibernate-until-it-magically-gets-better-on-its-own tactic behind and I'm going to start thinking positively. There are many adventures yet to be had with the store. And maybe with some positive thinking I will have a bunch of 90 year old women that haven't bought any new dresses since the 50s come in with armfuls of stuff to sell. Maybe.

I hope your 2011 will be as good as I'm going to make mine and all that cliché stuff.

xo

Ode To My Husband

We've been married for two years, together for six. He lets me cover the walls in our house with pictures of dead people we're not related to and he listens to me go on about bakelite and celluloid (but to be fair I listen to him go on about about transmissions and carburetors and let him cover a wall in the bedroom with hubcaps and Model A grille shells). He's my best friend and I am so incredibly lucky to have him.

Burnt

I hate using a parasol, I feel like a big walking cliché but it actually works! I quit using it after the picture and now I am burnt to a crisp. Ouch.