The Trick OR Treat Gang...coming soon

Well folk...August is here and it seems the temp have finally cooled down for a spell.  

After all of the record breaking temps here in the midwest 90's feel like a treat.  As I post this it is nearly 10:30 AM and of course the kiddies are still sleeping.

School now starts in a little over a week.  Of course I will miss them but so looking forward to getting a schedule back into place.

I have finally got a project done, of course with a couple more in the works.

but here is what will be listed on Ebay soon..

The Trick or Treat Gang.  What a super dee duper creative design by Soft in the Head.

In the mean time, at home with the kiddos, bird, dog fishes, cat and of course chubby hubby.

Smiles and have a most wonderful week ahead.

Heidi

~*~Witches~*~Now on ebay...

Deep In The Woods Witch

 

Now On Ebay

Narrating My Life

Wow, So much to say and not sure where to start.

After years of just "mind" narrating what is going on I think I will write down every aspect.

You see, when I do just about anything or everything, I feel as if there is a narrator in my head.

It is very bizarre.

If you have ever seen the movie with Will Ferrel "Stranger Than Fiction" you may know how I feel.

I just feel like every mundane thing I do it seems exciting, because I am narrating it.

for example:

Heidi walks into the Laundry room, feels frustration when she sees the pile of clean clothes that needs to be put away. Not only frustration with that but the fact there lies a pile of clothes that don't fit the kids anymore and she must go through them. A sigh is let out and the thought crosses her mind "I am the only one that does this" thus, this is where frustration stems from. Then of course the thought, the kids are growing up fast where has time went?

Remembering each piece of clothing when each child has worn it.

Not only has frustration set in but then guilt. Guilt can hit you upside the head like a caveman beating his wife. A wife that he convinces that she is his and she has no way out. Helpless. Damn that guilt

Frustration. Guilt.

There is a Window in the laundry room. The window is open to let in the fresh air. Heidi Looks toward the window and notices
The curtain sails back when the wind blows, the screen that is broken "breaths" In and out., Almost as if the house is alive reminding her she is not the owner.

Grabbing a wet shirt out of the wash to hang, the wind blows again, and the curtain blows up . Heidi takes a deep breath as the crisp spring air and the clean laundry marry together
to create a moment.


To create a fragrant natural high. A moment of warped happiness. In her mind any way. this was her one moment, her one moment where she would feel happiness with out strings attached. No guilt, no frustration. This was the few brief moments where spring and clean laundry could make one happy.



Her Mind quickly goes back to frustration as her hand reaches back into the wash to hang up more clothes.

Going back to frustration.


It was obvious that fabric softener was not put in the wash Because the shirt was stiff and wrinkled. She began to wave it around before hanging on a hanger. Heidi Grabbed a plastic hanger out of the 'hanger basket' (plastic hangers are the only kind Heidi will own, she saw Mommy Dearest one two many times ~so no wire hangers here)

She buttoned the top button of the shirt to insure when it dried the collar would not fall flat to the sides when put on.While Heidi was doing all of this..
SHE HEARD THIS IN HER HEAD...

LOL
OK FOLKS
lets start writing in the margin of our lives and books. Feelings are not bad things.


This is the Real Me and NOT Narrative Heidi.

I think We (I) Heidi, compensate for things in life. For Example. When we are jealous. The fact is the feeling is "why can't I?"

but instead of going to that, lets (i) Move to why we (I) feel the way WE (I) do. Lets get in touch with our feelings.

lets find words to express us (I).

for example.

(this is not made up but I thought i had. It may seem simple and stupid, but a feeling of being able describe a moment a time of the year)

You know the hot summer days. The days where the humidity is so high. Even when you just had a shower it feels as if it did not take?
then you go outside.
You are only outside for a matter of minutes. Decide to walk back in your house. As you open the door a blowing of UN-natural frigid air hits your face. The sweat on your face quickly evaporates. The bangs and sideburns of your hair gently blow back. then you feel COLD! How could you feel cold when minutes ago you were outside, and would have sworn that you were in the pits of a sauna?

I know I have just rambled. But I really want to open up a dialog. Communicate. I know I am not the only one that over feels or over thinks. OR MORE SO, NARRATES ONE LIFE!
Lets chat with ourself!
Heidi

Something To Chill Ya' Then Thrill Ya'!!

Well Folks, Jeez I can't believe that the fourth is here.  That means Christmas is very close, and even closer is Halloween.  The temps here in the midwest have hit 100 for 6 days in a row. with a brief break at 99, but before that we were at 103 If memory serves me right.

so with my brain half fried from the heat and the kids now out of school and home for the  feeding freenzy with an  an electronic device of some kind hooked on,  I think there is a Mommy Melt Down on the Horizon.

Trust me, I can hear the alarms!! the sirens are blaring.  It feels as if a nuclear reactor meltdown will be soon.  

I take deep breaths, and try to remember the bigger picture. (school starts in 6 weeks!!) just when you have 5 peeps living in a 940 square foot house and me trying to run a chinese dollie factory out of it, tensions run high.  On my part, the kids are great!

onto something THRILLING..I was going to present Chilling first but talking about my stress has stressed me out! so lets get scary out of the  away!

Now something to cool me down..a darn shame it ain't an iced martini bar.

but an original doll that I am in love with.

 

even though these two are so opposite they are so much alike.  Kinda like hubby and I. I think they would make good bed fellows.  

with the retro look, and outgoing attitude how can you separate them?

 

but I am, they are being sold separately

Happy 4th 

p.s My monthly friend is visiting, so just feeling very on edge..wish she would leave, but it does make me feel some what young I guess????

I guess I should feel happy she is here..because when she does not

return I am going to feel so rejected.

PSS

and you thought you had issues....

PSSS
I have more gray hairs...more like blinding white...

Sunday Americana Listings

 

come see me on ebay!!

Another True Story From The Vault

I haven't been to the doctors in a while.  However I really do need to go to get my antidepressants refilled and my sleeping meds.  It is just last time I was there I was waiting to long in the room all by myself and started to read the pamphlets in the room.  My eyes gazed upon a breast cancer awareness poster that said 1 in 8 women will get breast cancer.  I started to do the math about all of the women that were in the doctors office, then I panicked and it occurred to me that I could be that 1 out of the 8.  By the time the nurse practitioner came in the room I was a hyperventilating mess showing her the poster...she sent me home with a script for Valium.

I have got tons more great stories about doctors and such..so stay tuned for more stories from the vault........

More Watermelon Goodness!!

I am just on a watermelon kick it seems...I love creating these summer time pieces.

 Let me tell you what..lots of work goes into these pieces...I think in the past few weeks I have stitched HUNDREDS of seed beads onto watermelons.... 

come check them out on ebay

If You Are Going To Wish ~ Wish BIG

Whilst on a walk a few weeks back with Gabby, We came across the HUGEST GINORMOUS  TITANIC like Dandelion, of course it was found in the City Garden of PRIDE (Desoto's Motto)!! This town is like if you are going to do something wrong, do it right..I guess...


thank you to my Chubby Hubby who volunteered to be the hand model..it is a good thing too..besides the hair on his hands..his hands are way smoother then mine.  I guess lack of manual labor.

Amelia Earhart~ kinda performed by Sophia Gianino

Sophia was Amelia Earhart in the celebrate America skit for 2nd grade in Mrs. Bell's class.
we were not able to go. But I still was proud of her for learning her lines that I tried to re-create the moment, with no luck however....

I gave up trying to film this and let Gabby take over......

It Is A Good Thing....

People often ask me what I do for a living.  I try to think of all of things that I do, then I sum it up with

 " I am kind of like Martha Stewart, just on the poverty level."

As A Mom I Wear Many Aprons.
do I really wear aprons?????

yes..trying to bring back housewife chic back in style....(if there is such a thing...)

(however I don't consider myself a housewife for the simple fact I did not marry a house)

As most Moms do, Strong coffee starts my day

then I start on my chores.

Peace negotiator

 Personal Secretary

 Taxi Driver

 

 Gardener/Botanist

 

Chef/line cook

 

Sanitation Disposal Expert

 

 Seamstress/Primitive folk artist

 Thearpist

 

But at the end of the day I do take a moment for myself.

 Seriously, I love what I do, it just does not pay very well. 

don't get me wrong, refrigerator art, hugs and kisses are plenty of reward

(it is just wally world doesn't accept those forms of payement)

and lets face it folks, I love making dolls...but I am not making enough to feed my family and keep the lights on.

( the supplies and time, plus ebay and paypal fees leave me making my stuff for free most of the time)

 after 14 years out of the work force I am looking for a job.

My resume just isn't that impressive

the summary of qualification still read....

Currently CEO of Household operations. Able to handle many tasks with scheduling and peace keeping skills.   Mindful consideration of others, so all are happy.  Prompt problem/resolution crisis experience.  Able to multitask, and promptly deliver service, of course with a friendly outgoing, energetic attitude.  A keen eye for photography. Able to assemble and sew dolls/clothing.  Sculpting skills are minimal but possible. Able to write and do short stories.  Intermediate culinary skills.  I can do it all. I am MOM. 

Making More Lefts

No, Not Politically, But when Driving.  For years I have been a Nervous Nelly while driving most of  the time White knuckling it, holding my steering wheel as if I was on a amusement park roller coaster ride.  


I would often make 3 rights to get to my destination just so I would not have to make a left......


but, feeling more confident I am making lefts.

Pobody is Nerfect!!

As Many of you know I cna't tpye or Psell very Well...and to think I use to be a technical typist at Washington State University!! 

oh Well...new listings....

Who Took the FUN out of FUNERALS????

This is an Honest true story......

My Aunt passed almost a year ago.  One of my Family members who attended the wake and funeral commented and said ."Her make-up looked awful"  nothing about how wonderful of person, what she would remember of this person, or how sorry she is for the kids she left behind...,Just that her Make-up looked awful while she was laying in a casket..
(this is the same person who suggested I should have aborted every child I have had...)

(yup, this is my family..and they wonder why I don't talk to them and why some have restraining orders against them so they can not come near my kids)


the only response I had was..."well, you do know she is dead...."

on a side note and  kind of off the subject...I thought a great name/ or slogan for a funeral home should be..

You Mary them, We bury them

Think if you were like Liz Taylor...you married them all and we have a 2 for one special...for every 2 husbands you have Married, you can have every third burial for free...

feeling a little (a lot)  twisted today...