How not to write descriptions

Yesterday I pulled myself together and decided to write descriptions for all the new pieces I haven't listed yet. I pulled out the laptop, positioned myself on the living room sofa and started to write abou...

- MOOOOOOMMMMMM.... I wanna dance ballet!

*sigh*

- Ok, find a CD and we'll pop in the player so you can dance.

She finds a CD with mixed Baroque music and starts it up. The house is immediately filled with beautiful music and she starts to twirl around the living room.

I - on the other hand - place myself once again on the sofa to continue with my descriptions for all the.... *scratch scratch scratch*.... ehh... for all the ne...*scratch scratch* FOR ALL THE NEW ITEMS I'M ABOUT TO LIST. *scratch scratch scratch scratch* Oh for heaven's sake.... two yellow eyes are staring at me, very angrily from the other side of the patio door. Allright, allright I'm coming.... le door is open pour vous, Mr Cat-Diva extrordinare.

Ok, where was I? Oh yes... descriptions. Ok, let's see... I'm going to write descriptions for all of them so how about I just grab one and get going? Perfect.

*shuffle shuffle*

Hmm.... my newest necklace with a Mexican Lace Agate. I really do love that stone. I wonder if he has more listed... maybe I should go an... NOOOO... stay put and write woman!! Ok, here we go. Name....ummm..... ummmm.....mmmm.... I've been thinking about waves... and edges and...

...

....

...

*sigh*

...

Edges something....

....

or

waves....

...hang on.... something's moving in the back of my head....eehh... WHAT? ..... what are you doing up there Mr Cat. Get down.

ALLRIGHT... Walking Along the Edge... YES.... that's perfect. I'll start with writing abut this Agate I love so much and... I wonder if he has any more? I bet he could make one for me if.... FOCUS!!

"It was love at first sight for me when I saw this Mexican Lace Agate. I just had to have it and whe...."

-HUNNY!!!! DO YOU KNOW WHERE WE PUT THAT THING???

*head-desk*

- WHAT THING?

- Huh?

- I SAID WHAT THING??

- Oh never mind. Found it!

*teary eyes, biting lips*

I will write these descriptions if it is the last thing I ever do. So here we go:

And then I sat silently for about 1½ hours and wrote my descriptions while baroque music filled our house and the little one danced and danced.

Walking Along the Edge, sterling silver necklace

It was love at first sight for me when I saw this Mexican Lace Agate. I just had to have it and when it arrived home it was even prettier then the photos showed. The delicate waves and tiny dots of the stone, the subdued colours and its polish are perfect. To me.


Read more and see more photos here.


Oh and.... I will take a photo of me wearing this necklace but bad hair day do not encourage model shots. Seriously... you should be glad.

Some new items in Små Blå

I've had a few pair of earrings and some necklaces for sale on another sales venue and I'm now moving them into Små Blå on Etsy and the closing sale. So don't miss to check back in Små Blå.

Shopping

Today after I picked Sigrid up at the daycare, we went down to the grocery store as I had to post a package and buy some female stuff, you know.... pads. This is what happened.

Us, as we're passing through the doors.
Sigrid: -ARE WE GONNA BUY ANYTHING?
Me: Just one thing and then we're going to post this package to Joanne and you don't have to shout Sigrid. I'm right here.
S: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO BUY?
Me: Ummm.... just a thing I need
S: WHERE IS IT?
Me: It's over here

We walk over to the hygien section and I pick up a package of pads and then we continue over to the cashier to pay. There's a line. An ALL MALE line. So we get to end of it and wait for our turn.

Us in line.
S: BUT WHAT IS THAT?
Me in slightly hushed voice: Just things I need
S: ARE YOU GOING TO USE IT?
Me: Yes
S: BUT.... HOW DO YOU USE IT?

Here I- for some unknown reason - decided to take control over the situation and get a grip. It's just pads for heaven's sake, right?!

Me: Well... you could say I use it as diapers. (yes, I actually did say that... *sigh*)
Now Sigrid's eyes are just about to pop out as she looks at me and then at the package.

S: AS DIAPERS!!??
Me. Yes, well almost you kinda...... faiding off.....getting very interested in a 3-for-2 offer.
S: LEMME SEE!!

I hand her the package and she turns it over and around and she looks at the pictures, looks at me and then looks at the package again.

S: MOOOOM.... IS IT LIKE BAND-AID?
Me. Yes, kinda.... for grown-ups...

I'm finally at the counter and can pay for the pads and the postage for the package to Joanne.

Us walking out.... but just before we actually exit
S: MOOOOM.... ARE YOU GOING TO USE IT NOW??

Computers and new goodies

So the sailor defragmentized my computer on Sunday and gave it an overhaul and some TCL. Which was good because now it starts faster then you can say "defragmentized your computer on a Sunday" .... however.... he did not have time to install Photoshop - which I can NOT live without - but sweet as my darling is, he promised to fix it on Monday evening when he got back home from work.

Yeeeaah...... about that....

Monday morning he calls me at work and tells me "Hunny, I'm not coming back home until Thursday evening... sorry. We're going out to sea for a couple of days." *head-desk*

Good thing for him he looks smashing in his uniform.

And good thing for him they're out to sea or I'd drive down to the docks and drag him ashore and back home to install Photoshop for me. *picture me annoyed*












So here I am.... with photos of new goodies that needs to be edited but with no tools to do it with. Grrr.....

All Saints Day

We don't really celebrate Halloween in Sweden, we celebrate All Saints Day. We light candles on the graves in rememberance of dear ones that has passed on. But Halloween is - without question - banging on our doors fighting to get in and I suppose it's just a matter of time before we adopt that celebration. Sigrid did her best to increase the Halloween decorations in the house. She didn't think my ceramic carved pumpkin was enough.

Please meet - from left to right: a sailor's anchor, Teeny-Tiny baby sister Ghost (laying down), Big sister Ghost, Mama Ghost, Papa Ghost, the haunted house and Papa Tombstone. (The rest of the family Tombstone - Teeny-Tiny sister, Big sister and Mama Tombstone) was being created as the photo was taken.)

When it got dark we decided to take an evening walk. Down to the cemetary. No, we're not thrill seekers. We wanted to see all the candles on the graves. It's always so beautiful and serene to walk among all those flickering lights. (click on photos for larger images)

And above us, the Man in the Moon was watching.

Bohemian revelations

A few weeks back I made a revelation about myself.

I was feeling particularly grumpy and annoyed. I was annoyed and to tell the truth, sick and tired of all the perfect people around me. You know, perfect people in perfect little houses that they re-model perfectly every few years, with perfect children and perfect gardens. With perfect fridges and freezers always filled with perfectly healthy - yet yummy - food, throwing perfect little parties where everyone gets just perfectly tipsy and no-one too drunk and still manages to be up and clean the house again at the crack of dawn. You know, THOSE people.

And I was feeling grumpy because I don't care about stuff like that. My house is not perfect but it is (I hope and think) very homely and relaxed. It's not tidy and we have piles of magazines and books and drawing papers all over and in the corners dust bunnies live. I don't have perfectly healthy food in my freezer and fridge, yet we do not starv and we're not malnourished. Daughter goes to daycare some days in clothes with *gasp* stains on them. But she is a happy, creative little girl anyway. And when we throw parties... we all have a blast and everyone gets too drunk. And we NEVER get up in the crack of dawn to tidy the house up. We tidy the house up... eventually.

So, there I was grumpy and annoyed when all of a sudden it dawned upon me! The reason that I don't care about these things that other people seem to find sooo important.

I am a bohemian!

As soon as "labeled" myself it all made perfect sense and I felt how my grumpiness disappeared. I'm a bohemian. I don't live and follow conventional rules. I live the way I want to live. Not how I want other people to think I live and I frankly don't give a frack how other people feel about me. Especially if the feelings are negative.

With this new revelation I walked around for a couple of weeks, musing and feeling pretty darn good about myself. Then this morning, I decided to share this with my husband. So, after breakfast I started to talk to him. I talked about "perfect people" and their lives and compared it to our lives. I built up a pretty strong introduction and as I drew closer to the big Revelation I was imagining his surprise. When the moment came, he was busy clearing the table after breakfast and putting dirty dishes in the dishwasher. And so... I dropped the bomb:
- .... so darling, I've realized I'm a bohemian!!

And I swear, he didn't even look up from the dishwasher. He just said:
- Yeah I know and....?

WTH?? HE KNEW!! I didn't know. How could he know??

And then he continued to tell me I had always shown traces of being one, but ever since I (and this was so sweet).... ever since I became an artist (yes, he said "konstnär" which is the Swedish word for artist) the previous traces had evolved to be more prominent features and now HE even labeled me as a bohemian. Well... talk about revelation!

So there you have it my friends. I am a bohemian. And pretty darn proud of it.

PS. But I solemnly swear never ever to start drinking Absinthe. Nasty drink... *shudders*