I am not a quitter

So I will just keep on showing up to the page. There may not be anything worth reading for these next few months because I mostly will be fending off little ones but I will not quit. I think. My all or nothingness has been rearing its ugly head and if I can't pour a good amount of me into whatever it is that I am doing, like say writing or making things I want to stop all together and then also throw things around and be overly dramatic and make ridiculous statements like, "I'll never sew again! All I am is a maid to you people!" Just a bit of time to write and work here and there is torturous like Ruby's still dangling front tooth. I can't legitimately hire a sitter for this blog that I write for absolutely no money, sorry make that 2 cents a month from BlogHer, or to make things for my teeny shop that I can't seem to keep stocked no matter how many nights I stay up late because when it comes down to it the main earner in this family is not me. So I get the four kids and any break I have is now spent taming bushes that triple in size every 2 days or stupid stuff like laundry. I'm not complaining even though it sounds like I am. I think I am writing through this tough phase. Like talking myself down or something. I don't really want to not be with my kids. I just think it's more like I REALLY miss the down times of them being in school and or napping or just relaxing because they are tired from school in a way that four hours of recreational swimming can not reproduce. I start to panic when all of me is being domestic and I am suddenly a constant travel guide to four of the most ungrateful, temperamental and unruly customers you could imagine. To give any of you not yet mom's or the 2 men who read this blog an understanding of what I am "not" complaining about here is what our day has been thus far:

After leaving the house at 9am this morning to visit friends and then a trip to the History Museum (see above pictures from Fire and Ice exhibit which I highly recommend) and a super cool playground we arrived home at 2pm so that all of the children could throw a fit about something, anything. I think it was that I said no to Jem and The Holograms on t.v.? Or that I couldn't physically pour syrup on their waffles and also get them glasses of water RIGHT AWAY. Or maybe that I asked them to put away their shoes? Not my shoes. Their own shoes 2 feet over to the rectangular piece of furniture that houses shoes where they all have their own shelf. I did not ask them to mop the floor and put away the 70 pounds of laundry they keep shoving out of their way or anything actually requiring more then a few small movements. I understand they are hot and tired and crabby but what they don't seem to understand is so am I. So Am I.
I feel the need to mention that I am even getting a chance to write all of this down because my awesome husband totally gets that this is hard and is giving me a break. Sometimes I wish he was more of jerk so I could feel righteously angry which I really enjoy. Instead he just works really hard for our family, is an awesome father and loves me way more than I deserve, and then he cooks for me because he knows how
much I hate it.

So:
life intense right now
no time for me
awesome husband
super annoying yet adorable children

You are sufficiently updated and have my permission to quit reading this blog if you think I am a ginormous babyish whiner because at the end of the day I am all done with counseling and this blog may just have to fill the gap until I get used to being on my own.

For those 5 readers I have left may I introduce you to 2 new pieces of jewelry that I finally got listed today and that I am going to have a super hard time letting go of:

Carolina

Carolina loves bluegrass music and every single song by Patty Griffin and Sandra McCracken. She wishes she had just a teeny bit of musical talent but alas has none at all. Her mother trained to be a singer before having children and met her husband (Carolina's father) while singing the National Anthem at his baseball game in college. He played first base and looked quite handsome in uniform. 

The details on Miss Carolina:

-She is 23 inches long and may be wrapped up to 3 times as a bracelet or worn as a necklace
-She prefers to be paired with a friend (see Lauren, Lillian or Cornelia) if worn as a necklace
-She has a button and loop closure
-She is absolutely one of a kind and can never ever be recreated
-She is entirely made by hand

She is made of:
waxed linen
sterling silver beads
vintage glass beads
glass beads
a sterling silver flower and pair of sterling silver leaves
a dainty vintage mother of pearl button


And Estelle

Estelle is from the south. She loves smocking and pin tucks but only on girls and only if they are under the age of 10. Her jewelry box is made from old cigar boxes and none of the drawers quite fit properly but is was her fathers and she treasures it. Estelle's vintage bird locket lived in one of those drawers for many many years before giving a tiny tweet to grace this very necklace. 

The details on Miss Estelle:
-She is 36 inches long and may be doubled or not as a necklace and wrapped up to 5 times as a bracelet. 
-She has a button a loop closure
-She is absolutely one of a kind and can never ever be recreated.
-She is entirely made by hand.

She is made of:
waxed linen
vintage gold filled watch chain
vintage glass beads
glass beads
a vintage gold filled functional locket marked as 1/20 G.F. on sterling A.A.L.Co. 
a dainty vintage mother of pearl button




Now I am going to un-barricade myself from my bedroom where I have been hiding out and attempt to photograph some more new work so I can list it as well. Wish me luck and if you don't hear from me for a while I am sure you will understand why.


P.S. To all those who have never heard back from me over email or other forms of communication I am so sorry and please grant me at least one do-over. I really am attempting to climb out of this summertime-
no school induced death spiral and hopefully I will again be able to function somewhat normally.