Make-shift Journal

Dear Journal:

You used to be my portfolio, Journal, but now you are somewhat of a thought book. What happened here? I think I got to comfortable in my life, and now my back side aches from sitting down to long. I need to stand up again, stretch my legs, and work. 

But I work eight hours a day!

I'm not working my passion. I work my fingertips till they (literally) bleed from 8 am to 4:30 pm, but after that all my passion rolls around in my head without rising and becoming real. So no more rolling or kneading ideas till they collapse. It's time to make bread, Journal!

So I drew this today, to get my mind back to where it needs to be:

Black ponte knit with ruffle placket and bell sleeves. yay. More to come.

I'm a one-woman-band, and I play all the instruments.

When I don't blog for awhile, I get scared to come back and see that nothing is left standing. This is why it makes it that much harder to just sign into my google account and see my followers trickling away, like bricks on that old vacant house. Thankfully, and probably because I am most annoying about my followers, I haven't lost A ONE. yay. You really have no reason to stay with me: this house needs a good paint job.



Work is... how do I put this?... taking over my life, and not in a good way. Steve and Bridgette have become so accustomed to the life that I provide for them, so I can't quit (that and we are trying to save up to a house). But you know what the good part is? My job hasn't taken over my mind at all-- I have "design thoughts" and "business ideas" everyday. What have I been dreaming of lately, you ask? Perhaps a line of children's clothing sold in boutiques. I'm also dreaming of a black dress with bell sleeves and a ruffle placket down the Front. yumm.





It's not like I come home and don't sew or work for myself. That's far from the truth. I sketch, sew, fix old things, but I just don't blog about them.. perhaps I should? This blog really needs to stay alive, right?



RIGHT.