Just mental

Jewelry

I’m happy to announce: I’m back.

And by back, I mean back to the beading fun. Last night before going to bed I really felt the urge to make a set of earrings, which I shared with you yesterday. They are now available at my shop. The same feeling greeted me in the morning, and I made another set while having my dose of Vitamin C in the sun. The nutrients worked, because look:

Indulging in my girly persona

Indulging in my girly persona

And in general I’ve been on the hyper side of things. Just thinking about all the changes that my apartment will undergo — this major face lift — really makes me lose sleep at night. Not from worry or stress, but excitement. I think about the major changes, and pepper those thoughts with a lot of great accessories I come across on Etsy and interior design blogs and magazines and oh my, I’m in mental heaven! If only mental money could work as well in reality as it does in my head, where budget is a word that is foreign and utterly meaningless. But that’s in my head — and as regards most things in there — pretty useless to the real world.

But I promised a little view of the kitchen plans. In the absence of a scanner, I photographed the catalog. I think it gives you the overall idea:

Be my guests!

Be my guests!

And lastly, all your crossed fingers did the trick! My sister got the job and now it’s time for celebration. Bring out the wine and some food because I’m famished. But before I go, here’s a view from my balcony along with my little friend. Enjoy!

The beach waits for you (and me)

The beach waits for you (and me)

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The scoop

Musings

First, please help me with this — it has the makings of a possible mystery story and it’s giving me the creeps. This past weekend, we noticed that on the roof of the building next door, right in the corner, there was a discarded orange, halved with just the peel remaining. You may think, Fine, someone has been enjoying the 5th floor view and eating a refreshing orange. However the orange seemed to have been scooped out completely, which may suggest that the romantic orange-eater had remembered to take a spoon along to the roof. All these seem possible, so the whole orange-on-the-roof was put out of mind almost instantly.

So imagine our surprise when yesterday we came across this:

Orange corner: What the hell?

Orange corner: What the hell?

As you may notice, the one orange has suddenly mushroomed into A LOT. In fact, my whole romantic theory of enjoying the view no longer stands, and of that I’m sure. There is no way someone brought a spoon to scoop out all those oranges and then discarded them in the corner and went along with spoon in hand and feeling like he’d had his share of panoramic viewing for the day (not to mention Vitamin C). That’s just plain bananas (Ha!!). Why are all the oranges scooped out? Why are there so many? Why are they all piled in the corner so pitifully? Who does that? I find this very bizarre and tell me, don’t you? I seriously have no answers for this.

In other news, I have been helping a couple of friends find a new apartment, and the whole “apartment hunting” thing gives me such a thrill. After viewing 6 apartments which ranged from “Oh my God let’s get out of here, I can’t hold my breath any longer”, to “This is too perfect – there’s got to be a catch”, I came home giddy but disillusioned after realizing that, Oh wait a minute, I’m not the one moving.

It’s true, moving is a hassle, but for a chance to start fresh somewhere, I’m pretty sure I’d do it again in heartbeat. I live for change (which incidentally was what my former employer paid me), but I hope I don’t wake up tomorrow to a new mount of scooped oranges.

That’s more change than I can handle.