Stuck in a rut

Musings

OK, I’ll come right out and say it: I’m going through a creative funk, a fruitless (indeed) spell, a narrow long tunnel of je ne sais quoi. My fingers are pretty much paralyzed, my imagination is stuck like a needle to an LP. The repetitive sound: Plain, plain, plain, plain. Where are the bananas?

Every day I go to my little workspace, play around with a few beads, and then resigned to the idea that I’m the jewelry version of Midas, I stop all efforts whatsoever. And to be honest, the weather, my often-cited culprit, has nothing to do with it.

Maybe it’s just a pause. Time for a deep breath. Time to imagine that I have the money to splurge on Etsy items I don’t just heart — I heart²! This is one little such number I wouldn’t mind in my wardrobe by CreoleCollection.

Ponchatoula Memories 6

Go ahead and buy me this as a present!

*Sigh*

At least my fingers are somewhat magnetized to the keyboard and like scooping out words and words and words. With all this time in front of my ibook I stumbled onto a pleasant surprise from Sam (matouenpeluche).

great read

Thanks so much Sam! I just love this image — it’s so playful. In turn, I’d like to pass on this sexy nerdy award to:

And now, back to that imaginary shopping cart. Hopefully inspiration will sneak up on me when I least expect it.

[Hold tight for an awesome new artist for tomorrow’s Plain Bananas Has Friends!]

It’s a rich man’s world

Jewelry, Musings

Money, money, money.

Thanks to last summer’s box office hit musical, the classic slogan has become a tune and motto for youngsters all around (in addition to adults who have long been familiar with this, of course). I was promptly reminded of this every time I would mention the word “money” in class, which my students would mistake for a cue to start singing the song (or at least those three words in maddening repetition). Mention the word ABBA and suddenly the class goes quiet thinking it’s an acronym for a new tense.

Works every time.

As for the money in my pocket, I have been in a fix this past whole month because all of my credit cards expired. Location of new credit cards? Cyprus. So finally after a whole month of careful planning around the cash in my wallet, I received my new plastic money in the mail on Friday and proceeded to cut up expired cards in tiny pieces. In the end, I was left with a mount of colorful plastic inscribed in bank formalities.

Old money

Old money

I heaped it in my hand and just when I was about to throw it out, I had a bright idea (think lightbulb over head). Why put all those funky colors to waste? I had better plans for them, and the next day they came into fruition.

plain plastic money

plain plastic money

Old money – taken care of. The new cards must now be put into good use — namely in the form of a haircut. In fact, I am in dire need of one. I almost had my hair cut a couple of months ago, but was so unsure of what I wanted I ended up not doing anything.

Let me tell you a little something about my hair: It has multiple personalities. As a child, I had curls much to my general disbelief growing up, because for the better part of my life it was straight. Then, it started testing the waters with a wavy look that looked like I was stuck in a perpetual moment of hair indecision. In the past 4 years it has turned decidedly curly again. Now it looks like it needs a haircut.

In an effort to save money in the absence of plastic security I chose to delay the cut thinking that the perfect hairdo would come to me when I least expected it. Yeah, right. I am now at my hair’s split ends with this story: I even told my boyfriend that he can go ahead and cut it for me because I no longer care. His eyes glimmered and he got so excited over this, I swiftly retracted my statement of desperation, much to his disappointment.

He did try to win me over, though: “I may not be a hairdresser, but you can’t beat the precision of an engineer.”

Out of sheer curiosity I almost gave in to him, but then the new cards arrived. This week I’m taming the mane with professional scissors and leaving my engineer’s precision to other matters.

Oh and in other news, Antigoni from novely jewels awarded me with this:

blogaward

Thanks so much Antigoni! Now if I can figure out how to add it to the columns it would really be something worth celebrating!

In acceptance of this award, I will post the Rules of Blog Award Acceptance:
1. Accept the award, post it on your blog together with the name of the person who has granted the award, and his or her blog link.
2. Pass the award to 15 other fabulous blogs. Remember to contact the bloggers to let them know they have been chosen for this award.

Here’s is my list of lovely blogs I love reading:

1. http://www.boulieblog.com

2. http://finelittleday.blogspot.com

3. http://www.kreativling.at

4. http://lovarevolutionary.blogspot.com

5. http://matouenpeluche.typepad.com

6. http://novelle360.blogspot.com

7. http://pamelaangus.blogspot.com

8. http://paper-flower-girl.blogspot.com

9. http://theadventuresofcassie.blogspot.com

10. http://www.thespottedduck.com

11. http://wemakewords.blogspot.com

12. http://thankyouenjoy.wordpress.com

13. http://felinofelice.blogspot.com

14. http://abeautifulparty.blogspot.com

15. http://brooklynrehab.blogspot.com

Whew! That was a long list!

Have a lazy Sunday and Dads everywhere: Happy Father’s Day to you!