lost ... not found.

often i write when i am dog tired. ok, i mean dog tired after as in hours of squirrel chasing in the woods without a leash on. done with completely untethered abandon. 

that is how tired i tend to be when i get into a blog posting. 

i did this the other night about  4 a.m. it was after a truly trying day. 

and then i hit the publish button so i could save it to be edited later.

 i knew it was not one of my finer ideas, but i figured i could fix things when i was more cogent. the next morning i looked and looked and looked again. i found that in my fatigue generated mental fog, i had deleted the whole thing. i suppose i ought be a little less aggravated, but that would be someone else. 

generally, the content of the missing posting, was that i had, had a pretty good day. good enough to warrant describing it. i usually can tell when driving someplace, earlyish in the day, what kind of day will ensue. if i hit all the lights and have free flowing traffic experiences, it feels like a very nice thing. honestly,  i really appreciate a little bit of ease in my getting from one place to another. this was the case. i had an appointment with an old friend, i was anxious to see, but hadn't left enough time for all those unexpected oddities of getting from place to place. anyways, we had a nice visit, since i got there before i thought i might. 

all the other stuff in the day fell into place too. there was enough time and money to cover all of my varied errands and tasks in good time. it made my day. 

all this was fine, and came to a screeching stop. the screeching was inside my own head. 

the last errand of the day was to find some work clothes for my daughter.

 she is now employed by a

coffee+sandwich+tea+salad+pastry 

kind of shop.

 other than her shift supervisor being a "low talker" and hugely like her younger brother... she held up well for her training that day. of course, her feet hurt. so our newest task was to find and purchase some black shoes. ones that would provide comfort first and foremost with sincere structural integrity. they had to be all black. they had to fit her tender tootsies. and perhaps, in her set of requirements, they needed to be a pair of the ugliest shoes i have ever laid eyes on. 

when she was a little girl, my husband used to try to take her shoe shopping. the atrocities those two would bond over were so awful, i decreed that they never would shoe shop together again. they could not handle the prospect of decent shoes, decent prices and the ever special fashionable aspect that would moderate my sense of fashion.in reality,  it is a tall order, but it can be done. 

my husband is a two style shoe guy. he wears steel toed work boots or black clogs. not much in between these days. on rare occasions there are wing tips and other classical formal shoes or comfy doc marten's.

i kind of have a foot fetish. 

i LOVE shoes. 

always have and always will... in spite of wearing only wooden based clogs for years now. 

my most incredibly sweet and comfy shoes are a pair of lime green, extra pointy, ostrich and leather cowboy boots. 

totally comfy. and striking too!

they embarrass all members of my family. 

this is a generous bonus for me. 

 my daughter has some different ideas about footwear

(and absolutely everything else).

they are becoming more pronounced now that she has been on her own 

as an art major, college student in boston over her freshman year.

 and this most recent shopping at a discounted shoe warehouse was not without its moments, glimpses into her new persona. 

she and her brother were looking together ... i had to leave their sides. 

my son has a very classical eye for these things. he is addicted to his own "signature look". he is dressing mostly these days as a guy that sails or is a preppy golf bum. this is all moderated  with a hit of inner city butt-hanging-out, high school senior in carefree living mode.

it is mostly conservative if i dare pigeonhole his style. the blending is 

 nothing i ever saw coming. if  i let him think he is driving me insane, it gives him a sense of self and power.

i shrug internally. 

good thing he is so self absorbed, he is clueless. 

daughter dearest selected a black pair of those skecher sneakers that cause a rolling style of walking. their intention was to give an extra intense work out from walking. 

the last time i saw a pair of those shoes, they were on a nun. 

seriously, if you are taking your design clues from the vatican for a minimum wage job, perhaps you ought to have your mother reconsider her own values. then she should push her ability to live with them.

 (by the way, my husband's older sister was a nun. she has passed away and was in no way informative on this topic. just letting you know i am not smearing this kind of woman, i just have some personal experience with it. most of you never saw that coming right?).

after some deep thought ... sartorial splendor son in his own 'happening' sport shoes,  my dear daughter selected different work shoes. i breathed a huge sigh. 

 it was premature.

 her second selection was of a pair of black "grasshopper" style sneakers from keds. i paid for them after a lot of eye rolling and pleading for her to find at least a stylish pair of sneakers. she stood firm in her decision. i paid. she wore them out of the store. happily as could be.

 i think i kind of died a little in my own mind. 

everyone in the family gave her some grief about how UGLY those things are. again, she remains extraordinarily happy and her feet feel great.

 she is considering learning how to play mahjongg and drink pink squirrels though. 

parenting is not at all easy.

 as understatements go, i am sure this is a whopper. 

oh, and the next day started with my oversleeping, the realization about the lost blog posting,as well as the unpleasant location of a rather large,dead moth in my coffee  i had brewed from my last household grounds, to take it on the road with me. just so you know i am not always a princess, i fished the moth out and stirred extra strokes then sucked the coffee down. i hit all the stop lights on my way to meet my friend too, since i was already late... just the normality of my quirky life. 

i am surely boring the peach pits outta you by now.

 but for info, i am trying my  best to be patient. i have several other things to let you in on. there just needs to be a smattering of work, research and more patience. 

1.} i am planning a giveaway for the readers of this blog. i need to figure out how best to do this... it will be for a piece of my jewelry. 

i hope that isn't too self serving or pathetic.

 usually folks like it, and i am going on how many kind comments i have received on my work. 

2.} some of my flea market goodies were transformed into sweet jewelry stands for shows. i will reveal what they look like once i have painted them. i think they will look a whole lot more interesting then. 

3.} a surprise has been mailed out and when its new owner has received it, i will share all of those details. this is the part that is making me the most anxious. 

4.}  a new kind of necklace is coming to bendywho, my jewelry making alter ego. 

it is actually a style that i made a lot, about ten years ago. i think current sensibilities and interests may be merged with old techniques. hopefully this will be as exciting for you as i am finding it. 

so that is all for today. i need to consider sleep soon, since tomorrow is flea market day!

 i am thrilled that it is here again. 

i bid you adieu. 

xoxox. 

W.