Sheep's Wool and Apple Dumplings

Greetings from the desk front once again!

Yes once again I find myself drawn away from the world of records and papers and staring at a computer screen back to my fanasy world. The best part is that this is much more of a goal than complete fantasy. The little studio is my dream but its not that far away.

Eveyday I find myself back on the Etsy website. It just feels like home already. There are so many success stories. So much support. I can't wait to cross from just being a shop browser to shop owner. The community air is wonderful and very exciting.

For example, one of my favorite experiences has been with Markree Wensleydales, http://markreewensleydales.etsy.com, She has the most wonderful handspun wool. It is so soft and absotlutely gorgeous. I am so addictted to it. If you crochet or knit, you should really see her shop.

So I am day dreaming about warm wool and warm apple dumplings. Absolute comfort. I'll get there.

*compord*

*Fómhar*

I found myself rolling out of bed this morning mumbling about how terribly dark it still was. Two days off hardly seemed to do the trick. And while stumbling about trying to miss lazy cat tails and pull on my old scrubs and tennies, I started to drift back to my little dream, in my little yellow house. . .

I love the fall. I can't even begin to explain how much. There really isn't anything I don't like. I'm even ok with winter being the following act. This never use to be the case, I do hate snow. Its awful, but I have found, the thought of curling up with your anamchara in front of a fire in your little dream house, something nice and warm to drink, under a soft fluffy blanket. . . let it snow.

Ok, well let it be winter anyway, we don't want to get ahead of our selves.

So back to stumbling about already daydreaming. . .

On these beautiful cool mornings I could just snuggle in for another hour, warm in my bed. Outside the bright reds and yellows and oranges on my trees will be there when I get up. The smell of apples and fresh hay filter in and remind me we need to go and get our pumpkins soon. There is nothing better than the pumpkin patch. My perfect little studio will be filled with autumn sun. You know, its that richer, gone through a filter sunlight, it makes you sigh and you can't help but smile. I settle into my comy chair and begin going over orders and my lists for the day, cup of hot tea beside me.

The screech of a very angry orange cat yanks me back to the present, aparrently early morning day dreaming and dodging cats doesn't go terribly well. My little house will be waiting for me. Unfortunately, irritable hungry cats will not. *sigh* At least fall really is about here. . .

*mian*

My Mind Doesn't Like My Desk. . .

No, it very much prefers my little studio in my little house in the "sort of country." Its a great little studio, I call it a studio any way. It is the room that contains my imagination made real. The sage green of the walls melts into the creme accents around the room and the air smells of cinnamon and spice. The floor is a beautiful wood with a creme and red rug perfectly centered. I have a work bench counter top in one corner where my madness is spread out. Across from it is a blue desk that use to be my grandfather's. Here my computer stares at me while I work, reminding me of the orders I need to ship out today. On the adjacent wall, I have a lovely window that looks over my little backyard that is currently reveling in the fall colors. And my favorite part of the room, is the over sized overstuffed chair and personal stand alone lamp. Its where I sit and dream. Its where I escape the stress of deadlines. Its where I collapse after working late. And when I'm not in it my golden retriever is. I love this room.

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The problem, It doesn't exist yet. Its all part of that big picture dream. You know, the grand what I want to do with my life. *sigh* Sadly, I have a ways to go. I'm dreaming and doing what I can, but I can honestly tell you, I can't get here fast enough. And so here I sit at the moment, not able to see outside, resticted from creativity, and my mind is so very far away.

**brionglóid**

Its all just getting started. . .

So there is something very different about blogging on my little myspace page and having an entire page completely dedicated to writing about myself and my thoughts. I'm feeling more than a little self conscious, but friends have encouraged me out here so. . . Ta Da! I am sure it won't take me too long to get comfy, but until I do, I hope you all don't give up on me.
Right, well . . . so I'll wrap it up before I start discussing the weather.
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