It was a bit of a mixed up busy day. I had a busy morning and a rushed afternoon trying to wrap up a few loose ends. Friday and Saturday I am taking a jewelry workshop with the fabulous Molly Sharp. What a great designer and a wonderful teacher! She teaches in her home studio in North Carolina and at locations throughout the U.S. and Mexico. (I hear rumors there are also possibilities of workshops in the U.K. and in Florence.) I am so excited. When I work on jewelry, I am able to lose myself totally in the process. It’s not easy work; it takes a great deal of focus and good eyesight (thank you magnifiers) and patience.
After I finished my afternoon miscellanea, I had to go out and run a few errands. I was feeling a little discombobulated and rushed. When I turned the corner to head back to the house, I saw a couple of deer on the roadside. I eased up to try and take some photos. I didn’t get too close before they got spooked and ran back into the woods. I checked for traffic (there was none) and stopped to get the photos. Suddenly, all the stress of the day just dissipated.
Here on the side of the road, life simply happens. It was peaceful and relaxing just to watch. I felt bad that I spooked them, but their instincts will serve them well. I am glad they are a little wary of people. This is hunting country.
Hubby went out tonight, so I just had a simple pasta salad for dinner. I sat in front of the TV and watched re-runs of NCIS. It suddenly started pouring rain. It was one of those hard-hitting but somehow relaxing rains. When I took my dishes into the kitchen, I saw this little guy stuck to the window.
So, although the day was a little crazy, the tradeoff is well worth it. I will have two days free to immerse myself in creativity. The photo at the top of the blog is a sample of the necklace we are making. Hopefully, I will have a photo of my creation to share later in the weekend.
For now, I am going to treat myself to a dish of frozen yogurt and call it a night.
Short blog posts until Sunday when I play catchup.