Every year for Halloween, my office allows everyone the chance to get into costume & let there freak flag fly.

This year, I spent some time working on mine.

I made the hat, out of bits & pieces I purchased from a local craft store, but I bought the rest if my costume.

Here is the finished product this morning!

It was surprisingly comfortable for most of the day…but by the end, I was ready to burn my high-heeled boots & corset in effigy. 

I won’t, but the thought was there…

Happy Halloween & Blessed Samhain to all!

No Lightning…But Kinda Pissed

First off – let me say that most of today was just fine. That’s why I’m only kinda pissed.

I went to my hometown during the all-school reunion festivities today, & made my first stop my parent’s house. Because, of course, I did! I’m a good daughter!

Dad was out of town, so it was just Mom and me, & we ended up wandering the town to look for Dwight Knuth, the gentleman who wrote his autobiography, & featured one of my blog posts in it. We met up with him at the school, & talked to him for a bit. It was really, very nice & he had to have a hug from us both when we parted.


We went in search of the shadow box my dad built for the school which holds my sculpture of Horton & the book, Horton Hatches an Egg, which I mentioned features my hometown in it.

See the teeny little plaque at the bottom?

Know what it says?

“Donated by the Class of 2015”.



Nothing, and I repeat…Nothing about how my DAD built that wooden box FROM SCRATCH… Nothing about how a member of the Class of 1988 created the sculpture.

Nothing about the hours of time it took my dad to handcraft each piece of this shadow box. The measuring, sanding, staining -painstaking work that he put into this piece, making sure that each shelf fit perfectly into the enclosure, and would hold up over the years. 

This is not a “company-made” piece…this is a hand made, one-of-a-kind piece of artwork. 

But no one knows that, because my dad is too humble to ever push himself forward in that manner. He’ll never tell anyone about the work he put into it.

Just that the Class of 2015 Donated it.

Ungrateful little shits.

Pisses me right the hell off.

Did I get a thank you?

From my Dad, yes.

From the Class of 2015? I got fuck all.


After that, Mom & I blew that popsicle stand & went downtown to have lunch, retreating back to their place afterwards.

I did stick around long enough to hit the “street dance” too… (Nobody was really dancing, more like milling around the street, drinking & listening to a band play really loudly)

I did end up running into some classmates, & had fun talking to them, catching up with where they are, what they’ve been doing, how old we’re all feeling anymore…

And before I knew it, it was almost 11pm, & I had to get the hell out of Dodge. I hate driving the highways so late at night, after hitting a deer a few years back – it makes you a bit jumpy & skittish while driving alone.

So, I’m home, safe. I didn’t smite the town with lightning…although I’d like to smack some little ungrateful wretches from the Class of 2015…

And I scored some homemade strawberry jam out of Mom’s freezer…so…definite win.

So, no lightning, but still kinda pissed.


Yesterday was a busy day, between cleaning, gardening & artwork.

But here’s what I finished…

I sculpted these pumpkins, some even have green leaves & squirrelly stem pieces. This was prior to baking.

This pic is a little blurry, but it shows how I work on my sculpting. Tinfoil keeps the sculpey from sticking to my wooden TV tray. The black lump is sculpey I was working with at the time.

Here are all the finished pieces. 2 witch’s hats, 2 black cats, a handful of punkins, & even a bat on a wire.  It’s the first time I’ve tried making a bat out of sculpey, & let me say, it wasn’t easy. Such tiny fiddly details…

Anyway, that’s the extent of my accomplishments yesterday.  These sculptures took me approximately 3 hours, all told. And they baked up in 10 minutes.  

Now, I just have to sand them down, to take off any rough edges, paint the final details (face markings on the punkins, eyes on the cats), & varnish them all to protect.

I also in worked on a couple of smaller trees that I’m making for gifts, but neither one is finished, so, no pictures yet.

But it does feel good to get back into my artwork. 

Filling My Time

I’ve been posting here quite a bit, recently…at least in comparison to recent months.

But, that’s not all I’ve been working on.

I adopted a ferret.  Name? Vin Wiesel.


Very cute, and eminently sweet, he fits right into the madhouse.

I’ve also been working madly on making Xmas/Yule gifts for friends & family.  I’m still working on some, but here’s a few of the things I’ve got.


Something for my mom, whose birthday is Xmas Eve. This bugger took ForEver.


Bubble bag

A “bubble bag”, meant for holding soap, & being a crocheted loofah…


The flipside colors of another bubble bag.


A jewelry plaque. There are small hooks coming out of the flowers to hold necklaces, bracelets,  rings…


Unfinished Xmas ornament. It’ll be a cowboy hat with a name & year on it when I’m done.


2 more unfinished ornaments. The one on the right will, of course, be a “Sheriff’s badge”, complete with year & name.


And the latest… a cowboy boot that will also get painted, a name & year.

I have a couple more things to make before our family’s early Xmas this year. (Another story for another day)

Oh, plus I have 2 more ceremonies coming up this month, yet. 1 wedding, & 1 commitment ceremony. (The commitment ceremony is for a couple that can’t get legally married due to certain financial reasons – a pension & an ex are involved, so it’s not really a choice for them, but they want to celebrate their commitment anyway.)

Along with doctor’s appointments, wherein I get shuffled, stabbed & stared at intensely…but no definitive answers yet…

But that’s how I’ve been filling my time.
Staying busy, & keeping my nose to the wheel.

Project in Progress

There are a lot of things going on at my house simultaneously, these days.

EldestDaughter is packing, in preparation to move into her own place. Hopefully soon. She’s just waiting on the housing lady to contact her.

Dear Goddess, let it be soon – we’re both getting tired of living with each other.

I’m packing up YoungerDaughter’s room. Moving her stuff into storage, considering she hasn’t lived here all year, & has no plans of ever moving back in. She has been in an apartment with some friends all year, is staying there through the summer for summer school, & has 1 year left of college.

Highly unlikely she’ll ever sleep in the room next to mine again. Why is her stuff still here?


I’m working on multiple furniture restoration projects at the moment. *shrug* Why take them on? I need the dresser, and the other 2 projects – a nightstand & a re-covered seat for a vanity table… well, they’re spare time fun.

I’m still working on bonsai trees, and have other art projects I’m going to be experiment  with. 

I made my mom a swing for her fairy garden out of some woodbine (vine-like trellis herpes- it won’t go away, no matter what I do)


*shrug* spare time sitting on my front step. 

And about those trees… here’s some of the latest:


Mother’s Day present for my Mom.


Mother’s Day present for a coworker’s mom.

And here are a couple of the latest to go up in my shop on Etsy – Just How I’m Wired




As you can see, I’m branching out into applying the trees to stones.

So, between one thing and my mother, I’m a little busy.

And yet, I still have time to obsess about shit I can’t change, control, or affect.

Insomnia can suck it.

I’M the project in process.


A Little This and That

*So, I took a couple of days off from the blog, as I had yesterday off from work.  I normally don’t post on weekends, anyway, but I just wasn’t feeling up to it.  Tired, and drug out, I think it’s just a delayed reaction from all the tension. 

Anyway, I felt like maybe I should post a couple of fun little things that I did for a co-worker, that I’ll call “R”.  She always used to talk about how she’d lose her “Train of Thought”….

So I made her one.

Well, technically, I didn’t make the train, I just painted the little “thought cloud” on it.  It was a spur-of-the-moment craft project, so I didn’t paint the whole thing.  I did this one a few years back, at the old job (we’ve worked together for 10 years now, and she was one of the original people to jump to the company I work at now) and she’s had it with her ever since, even bringing it with her to the new job.  I love that she still gets a kick out of it! 

So, when I was shopping in a second-hand store a few weeks back, I came across something else that I had to get for this same lady.  Just because my brain thinks that way.

Yep.  A “Think Tank”.  It was sitting all by its lonesome on a shelf of sweaters (cause that’s normally where you keep the tanks, right?) when I saw it.  My first thought was “Yup, think tank.  I’ve got to get that for R.”

No joke.  When I say that I think sideways, I usually mean it!

Needless to say, R loved it, and it sits now with her “Train of Thought” on the front of her desk.  Conversation starters, that’s for sure.