I woke up in between a memory and a dream
February 28th, 2010I am so, so, so close to having not a single Etsy thing that needs to be photographed. This feels so good. I have about five things that I knew needed to be redone but forgot to add to today’s mix, a little box of vintage earrings to price/sort/photograph, and anything I might come across that needs to be redone from the hundreds of photos I took today and yesterday… almost, almost, almost there. Almost caught up on photographs means almost 100% caught up with Etsy in general. I’m still trying to decide if I even want to finish a big batch of resin pendants that are partially done, since I’ve started making glass ones that I like much better and will soon start listing. Other than that I have no projects in the works – everything is DONE. Promo things are done. I’ve got a bit of packaging supplies to finish. It’s going to be so strange to be caught up and be able to start working on brand new things for my shop. I will have enough packaging and promo stuff to last me through part of the summer, at least, so I can just MAKE things. New things that have only existed in my brain. Weird.
If I hadn’t “lost” my macro filters for three months I’d be so much further along. “Lost”… because all along they were in a box clearly labeled “camera stuff”. Mikey kept saying “are you sure they aren’t in that box?”… and I’d say “yes, I’ve had them out since we moved home”… and ugh. I can’t trust my own memory anymore. Is this what it feels like to be 75? Is it the same as having a toddler?
Since I unearthed my filters two days ago and could finally dive into everything I had waiting, Hazel has been so ignored for the past two afternoons while the light is right for pictures. Today when I finished I tried to make it up to her by reading her a massive pile of books, including these spring-ey books. Then I gave her my old cell phone to play with while I cooked supper – she had many long and important conversations, with lots of gestures and yelling. She looked like a tiny executive. I don’t know where she learned this. Mikey and I don’t yell at people on the phone.
Here’s last week’s resolution, which I kept forgetting to photograph: a garbage bag full of clothing and toys to consign whenever we get out of the house and down the interstate:
Listening: Tom Petty
(I am) Reading: The No Cry Sleep Solution for Toddlers
(Hazel is) Reading: all of the above
Working on: blanket; pajamas; Etsy catch-up







