Thursday, June 25, 2009

My Blog's a Mess... least it is for the next short while. I've been trying to spread the word about my blog and etsy shop, only to realize the blog's design isn't sitting well with me. I know this may sound silly, but I make things talk and if they don't talk to me, they aren't where they should be. heard me right...I make things talk. What? You've never done that before? Let me explain...

Several years ago I went into business redesigning interiors. I was already doing it in my mind everywhere I went, might as well get paid for it! (: I can go into a room and "feel" where things should be. A chair feels better here and not there. The sofa makes the room feel cozy in this spot, not that. Oh!! Definately don't want to put the lamp there!! (: But it was a process...not so much a formula, but a feeling. I would move something or set a stage and then sense the space.. I know...I know...sounds a little loopy.

After completing quite a few spaces, friends and family began to notice a pattern unbeknownst to me. I would step back, survey the landscape and make a sort of sigh/groan noise if things weren't "right." I'd make a few more adjustments and...this is where making things talk comes in...proudly say, "Your sofa says I'm wearing happy pants now!" or "Your lamps says thank you for putting me where I belong!" Only at that time did they realize the process was finished.

Yes...I'm strange. I admit it! But who wants to be normal in these days and times?! So each time I visited this soon-to-be-lovely blog, it was saying...I'm not quite happy yet ): You've got a wig with staight hair on my head when I actually have naturally curly hair underneath!!! So I'm tweaking....until my blog talks. So if you stop by and see confusion, just know it's the process (:


  1. LOL your blog says it's very happy now :)

  2. Love this post! A few years ago, DH and I moved from a spacious house in TX to a tiny apt. in the SF Bay Area. I kept complaining that one particular end table was 'wrecking my chi'. Literally, I felt like it was kicking me in the shins every time I opened the door. Eventually got rid of it and everything was fine. I know EXACTLY what you're talking about.

  3. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! People who understand me...tee-hee! (: