The gambler...

Recently my creative flow has been higher then normal. A huge plus. The downside to that is that everything else in my life lays on the back burner. My social life, my diet and my appearance. When I go to get dress I think that maybe I'll switch it up in which I end up just wearing the same thing that I've been wearing for the last week and a half.
"Look at this!" I point to my pant leg soaked in oil. She laughs, "Its from that stupid subway sandwich. I'm such a slob. Oil comes out right?"
"Oil is hard to get out. Pretty much impossible"
"eff" I slide my hand across my jeans," these are like the only pants that fit me now because they are stretchy...this has been just a traumatic day."

So maybe not so Traumatic but frustrating to say the least. Not only has my one outfit been completely ruined I have to realize until the rest of this month that there is life outside of my room.
That sounds scary.

"Ugh, these stupid pins!"I watch as she puts one on, " I don't know what I'm going to do...I have to change the glue." We both look down to stare at a pile of sequence by our feet.

Since I've decided to concentrate more on school, don't work as a carpenter anymore and basically have no life considering some of my friends are moving away and I don't really drink anymore I've decided to chase a small dream I've had of making these vintage bird pins and wallets. What I thought was going to be fun and exciting has recently turned out to be my worst nightmare...well not really.

When I first started, I couldn't sit still. Try going from moving all day to sitting to placing tiny bits of sequence to felt. It drove me crazy. What I thought would take me maybe an hour to create at first took three hours. Then slowly came down significantly to an hour and half.
The thing that surprised me the most that the most annoying part soon became the most therapeutic. I began to look forward to making them. I would spend any free moment I had.

Today was my first real marketing adventure and while taking pictures of them with Megan I realized that they aren't really durable and the glue doesn't do a damn thing. All this time I've spent on something I can't even sell.

So while I won't be able to start as soon as I expected, I guess it was good just to see the mistakes I needed to correct so they could become perfect.
"Everybody goes through this stuff right Megan?" I frown and she looks at me and gives me a sympathetic nod.

I have a busy last few weeks of the month. It seems like this is a big month for everything to be going on. HGTV is remodeling a home on the East side and I get to help! I'm going to be a site captain. Me, remodeling, tools and TV sounds kind like an equation for disaster but I'm excited to be working with tools again.

Now I'm at school trying not to give my poker chip flash drive the attention that it demands. I've realized today that although I'm happy for my best friend to be moving I'm going to be real sad to see her go. She is a great person to have in my life.