Random

Bleah I hate winter.  I missed out on so much of the summer,  I feel gipped.

FINALLY started decorating my apartment.  It takes a while to get the feel of a place.  Hung sari’s over my curtains and tied them, put up my 8×8 foot hanging of Ganesh, my Tibetan prayer flag, a line of Indian elephants marching across the kitchen shelf. My living room is very….colorful.  And eclectic.  That’s what I love about Indian decor, such beautiful bursts of color everywhere they somehow all work with each other.  Color scheme?  Bah.  Kali hanging over my bed, 8×8 foot Ohm hanging I need help putting up.  Candles everywhere.  I even have a “Aum Sweet Aum” sticker on my front door LOL.

I found a brass chandelier with 4 tiers hanging down, each with oblong strips of glass.  I’m going to spray paint it black and then color each glass plate with translucent paint so it will throw colors everywhere.

Now I’m going through pictures and decoupaging about 20 wooden photo frames.  I like my frames to be personalized and themed.

I couldn’t stand having my precious books in boxes anymore, so forget the bookshelves for now.  I unpacked all TWELVE boxes and stacked them against the walls, fiction in the living room, spiritual, writing and poetry in the bedroom.  Seeing them makes me happy.  In fact, I feel all warm and homey whenever I walk in the door.  This is good. My apartment is my sanctuary.

Discovered the Sephora store yesterday and found my mecca. *bows down*  Spent 2 1/2 hours wandering around in wonder.  Came home with a huge basketful of stuff.  Store will be my downfall.  It doesn’t matter I don’t wear makeup a lot of the time, the makeup artist in me still goes “Ooooo must have must have!”  I have bags of makeup under my bathroom sink and just throw them at friends when they come over, they can take whatever they want.

Homeopathic medicine rocks.  I’ve used it twice for a cold and the flu and both times I was better in a day.  Bought a bunch, amazing how well they are working.  Fatigue? Check. Muscle tension?  Check.  Cystitis?  Check.  Anxiousness and stress?  Check.  All from little pellets you let melt under your tongue.

Let’s see what else…..still confused and raw over the J situation.  Removed all traces, felt REALLY angry for a week but there’s still this strong tug.  Something isn’t right.  Blah figure it out Universe!

So many poems and stories whirling around in my head I can’t separate one from the other to write it down.

All for now..back to the crafts.