Right now I am in my full prep of fret and excitement for another trip. I have gone to more things just for myself this year than in the decade prior, two decades even. I am returning to Omaha this week to attend Silver Bella art retreat for my second time. Last year, I didn't even know what I was getting myself into. I have to return for several reasons.
One, I like to get things right. I want to be more rested and aware of my limitations and pleasures this time around. I was into my odyssey of the unknown in the care and keeping of Betty Jean last year. I just wasn't sleeping. My shoulders were up around my ears in stiff anxiety about my mother living alone while I was gone. That issue is resolved now. I am sleeping better these days. I am gritting my body and my teeth less. Less.
Two, I enjoyed the fabulousness of Silver Bella. It is art classes for all these creative souls who need to be understood and have love to give. I want to revel in their company again with all my outfits and accessories, accouterments and pretties. I want to see what they have and show them what I've got.
Three, I had a spectacular vendor show last time. I had chills and tears as this discerning crowd lined up to buy my knits. I have been creating with them in mind and am very proud of my goods, anxious to see what they think. Maybe the new is off and I will have a modest show. Maybe they will be ready to buy again. We will see. I knit to stay off mood altering medications so it's all good. I'm showing off some of my creations here today. I do not use my blog to do that often as I do not want you coming here with me always trying to sell you something. This blog is for me and I hope it connects to you. I do love to make these things, and take their picture. I actually admire the photos of my knits every bit as much as I enjoy knitting them. So, of course I am including pictures here.
I worry that I will not sleep. I worry that I will not get my restorative time alone. But I cast fears aside and go. Go into a Tasmanian dance of pretty, shiny distractions with Jemellia, my dear little friend.
My worries are packed. But I don't think I'll bring 'em.
Wish me sleep.
That's all I'll really need because much good stuff awaits in this 5 days of Me.
