No wonder I have a head ache at the end of each day. It is simply impossible to manage everything I want in just 24 hours.
I have recently discovered I cannot function without sleep. How bizarre is that.
Before I became a mother, I used to say that sleep was one of my hobbies. Unfortunately, since I became a mother, this hobby seems to be more of an item on my wish list.
Things to do before I die:
Get some sleep.
The studio is bursting with fabric, doll parts, yarn, books, Shtuff. My head is bursting with ideas.
The notebook is bursting with orders. Each morning I wake up from my 15 minutes power nap, and promise myself that today I am going to finish this order, start that order, get the shop organized, print some pics, blog..
Then the ninjah turtles return home from kindergarten and day care and I am sucked into the roller coaster, and the studio looks like a fata morgana, a mirage. A place for my retirement. My Miami, florida.
How do other women do it? Work, kids, relationships, friends, a hair cut, a manicure, lunch..
Pfff. If you would look at my hands you would think I work in the fields all day, fighting evil roses, and dancing with crocodiles. Every needle I pick up ends up attacking me. My cutting table really get in my way.
Why is that?
I will tell you why. It's because I am tired.
T. I. R. E. D
But the dolls are cute. cute. I throughly enjoy making them. I become giddy just looking at the piles of fabric, vintage ribbons, vintage buttons. Making a new doll is exciting, surprising, like writing a new character in a story. Somehow each doll develops a unique personality, eventhough the process is the same;
A few ounces of wool roving, cotton thread, rib knit..mix it all up and suddenly, a doll emerges.
We are working on a new logo . This time the 'we' is not the usual Royal we, but we. A fab designer [Victoria Mena] and I.
The logo is so lovely. ab fab and Ms. Mena should be decorated with a medal for surviving this extravagant ordeal. She is a brave, brave woman.
I am squeaking with excitement.
Or it may be my poor, aching bones. The kids believe I am literally rock solid, so they climb all over me every chance they get and, dude. After a while it really, really hurts.
The studio is packed with new dolls and fabric creatures eager to get their 15 minutes of fame online. Alas, my camera, that old drama queen, decided this is the perfect timing to self combust. And so it did. Sort of.
Ok. I am lying.
I lost the cable thing that connects the plug with the play, without which there is nothing. Who would have thunk. A silly short black cable holding so much power. Ridiculous. Outrageous. Even.
Ah and then, the battery door simply will. not. keep. shut.
I tried the trick where you tape it with, em, some sort of tape.
It did not hold.
So. Yes. Where were we.
I am not a very spiritual person, but this surprising turn of events leeds me to believe that I, too, can see the future and, strangely, this future holds a new, easy to operate,
c a m e r a.
Just, plug and play. Just stick it in, and click clack clank. Zoom in, Zoom out, upload and publish.