Put it on the Calendar...

Hello you,

I have this hazy half baked plan in my head to not post on Facebook so much and rather spend time on more productive activities. So I've put "Blog every Tuesday" on my calendar, so we'll see how that goes. :-)

 I can't promise anything witty or legendary, more a rambling dump of cluttered thoughts that are stomping around in my head. Here's a peak into the inside of my brain...

Yesterday I made a bunch of little charms out of Sculpey. The owl and leaf necklace was for my yoga instructor. We get together with some of our neighbors to do yoga once a week.

Last night's theme was Italian food and I made a focaccia. Next week's theme is "Stuff your mom used to make". Tuna casserole and deviled eggs were mentioned, as was Beans and Cornbread, SOS, Spaghetti-ohs, Sloppy Joes and Jello salad. What did you eat growing up that has fallen out of food fashion? 

Spring is on the way here. 

My 87-year-old mom is still my dedicated lunch buddy and shopping cart pusher. I'm working on getting her house decluttered so that she can find things easier. (Handy Tip = Notice the pink tape so she can find the door handle.)

 Below is the closet AFTER I had taken three trashbags of stuff out. When I went back the next day it was like it grew back overnight.

 

I spent fifteen bucks on some nice hangers from Target and after another trunkful to Goodwill it was more manageable.  There are still a lot more closets to get to; she has a big house but I figure if I do a little bit along it will get more organized.

Finally, I'm working on a new color palette because color is awesome.

Anyway, that's what's bubbling up in my world. How about you?

See you next week,

Marilyn.

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There is an old Sanskrit word, lila, which means play. Richer than our word, it means divine play, the play of creation, destruction, and re-creation, the folding and unfolding of the cosmos. Lila, free and deep, is both the delight and enjoyment of this moment, and the play of God. It also means love. Lila may be the simplest thing there is– spontaneous, childish, disarming. ~ Stephen Nachmanovitch