May renovations

I have designated May to be the month that I take care of things around the house, both inside and out. The garden is desperately in need of weeding, I have a few plants to put in and a few to move around. Must set up for watering as the pots are getting dry between rains. April was NOT as wet as the complainers would like to say it was. When the garden is drooping in April this is a not a good omen for the summer months.

I have some lavender, thyme, and some chrysanthemums and something I can’ remember that need to go in ASAP but must weed first. Some ice plants need to relocate to the front of the beds. The columbine are finally blooming after three years of waiting, they were planted from seed.

Inside I have plans for lightening up the mood. My little place is a duplex but it is also a cottage. Built in the 1940’s there is real pine wainscoting. The bedroom has a pine closet and the cupboards in the kitchen are also pine as are the built ins. Lots of pretty honey colored wood. I have wall to wall carpet in a dark rich green. Very pretty. But my furniture when I moved in was in dark reds and greens and overall the place is just too dark. I have a plan to change that.

Over the course of the rest of spring, summer, and early fall I plan on doing a lot of painting of furniture in pale yellows, greens, and cream. Lots of work. New curtains went in last night and will take a bit getting used to as the rest of the place is still dark. All accents need to lighten up. Table top linens need to be made as well…

The List

  • Mantle cloth
  • Paint coffee table
  • Paint window bookshelves
  • Paint jimmy buffet
  • Curtains for bedroom

Regarding painting I’m in a quandry. I tend to always get mad at people who paint woodwork and vintage and antique wood furniture. But all of my furniture is dark wood. All of it. All of it (with two exceptions) is vintage/antique. And I want to paint it! I am just so tired of the darkness in my place. I need to sit on my hands for awhile in this case. I think what I really want is to paint the stuff I can’t paint, like the pine paneling and the brick fireplace. What to do…

May blooms

Just some things to brighten the place up a bit…

Last night I painted up the L-O-V-E letters for the living room wall.  I’m not an expert painter by any means and the work is a bit sloppy (I never guessed in a zillion years that I would say to myself, I think I need to use a smaller brush) but they are happy letters.  Once glazed and hung out of close up range they should look great.

What I did on my Beltaine weekend

Friday night I went to my home group for a great, awesome even, 12-step meeting. Dinner afterwards, we laughed and had a generally great time. It’s a great way to end a work week and begin a play weekend, this meeting I call home. When I can do dinner too it’s even better. We finally found a restaurant that will put up with us has room for our big group, that has food we like to eat, and that puts up with our noise. Just because we’re sober doesn’t mean we can’t still get rowdy and make lots of noise.

Saturday I trundled sleepily off to metal smithing class. Next week we don’t have class so it was important to me to finish some work. Which I did. I finished my first ring ever. I’m so pleased I can hardly believe I did this. Pictures below the cut.

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Gathering For Life and other stuff

Very excited. I spent some time this weekend checking out very thoroughly Skyclad Crafting. The link I had was really old and I finally found the new one thanks to someone’s blog… At any rate, I had thought that I would be going to Faerieworlds this August but I decided against it. It is a very long drive, it is a very hot event, and it is a bit chaotic. I can only take about a day and a half. It’s fun but it wasn’t calling to me this year.

But I found something that is practically shouting my name on her blog list of events. The minute my paycheck comes in I’m registering.

Gathering For Life

A four day pagan gathering, 150 maxiumum adults. A nice smallish event three hours away in BC Canada. In the trees, on a lake, food provided in the cost of registration. A camping event. Much more my speed. I will be registering as a merchant ($5) but it is a casual affair. Everyone is required to do 3 hours of volunteer work. I’m a little worried about because of my inability to stand. I can walk for quite some time but standing in place is a real beast, I get about 2 minutes before I can no longer do it. I’ll let them know that when I sign up for chores on the form.

There will be workshops, bonfires, rituals, and lazing around. Woohoo!

I look forward to a cheaper, quieter, slower, cooler, event. And meeting new people. Because right now? I know absolutely no one who is going and that is pretty great too.

I’m pretty darned stoked.

Skyclad’s work got me all fired up for things non-textile. I want to try wood carving again and wood burning. I see a big jump coming up. Jumping all over the place. I feel a huge change in my psyche, my art, my view coming up. And I’m really excited about it.

You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him think…

A friend of mine had a co-worker he called Burrhead and the most amazing things came out of Burrhead’s realm of existence and thought. Not intentional, sometimes they show great wit anyway.

“Rome wasn’t burnt in a day” is another favorite. But the title saying is the one I want to look at today and how it reflects events in my life at any given moment.

In the spring of 1995 I went to treatment for alcoholism and drug addiction. The 6 weeks prior to that I had hurt my back climbing in a pipe chase inspecting for asbestos. And I got some great drugs from the doctor. As I was explaining to a family member the other day, my body doesn’t give a good god damn who my pusher is.

After treatment I was very reluctant to follow all of the suggestions I was given. Two meetings a week!?!? Are you frikking kidding me??? I don’t have time for that. Today that is true a lot of the time. But then? I had no life. I had no interests. I had no friends. I had no where else to go. But I fought the solution for me tooth and nail. I refused to connect with the similarities and concentrated on the differences. I kept claiming that I was a Priestess, I followed the way of the Goddess and there was no way I could connect with the God that I saw in the readings of the group I belonged to. *HAR!* Who on earth was I kidding? My life didn’t resemble anyone following anything but a path of destruction. Certainly not creation.

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