Balancing

Sometimes life feels in balance; other times I feel like I've totally dropped over the edge.  Right now I'm over the edge.  I've not dolled in a week or more; my house is looking forlorn and ignored; and my journal is feeling forgotten, I'm sure.  BUT, I'm climbing back on top.  And, in all fairness, I have created a whole new flower bed that's just waiting for my husband to till so I can plant.  Even the plants are purchased and waiting on the back deck.  So maybe I haven't fallen too far off the tightwire.  --Is that one of those things like hand grenades and horseshoes, or being 'a little bit pregnant?'

As I was getting into the car yesterday, headed to an Artisan's Market, I nearly stepped on a sheet of river birch tree bark, about 5x8 inches.  It's beautiful, with a greenish patch in the center.  I've always loved the shaggy bark on our river birch trees, and have always wanted to do something with them.  Well, I immediately grabbed that piece and took it with me.  Throughout the Artisan Market, I had the sheet right in front of me.  Today I plan to see if I can make it into clothing, maybe for the head-on-a-stick that's been waiting for a decision!  This will be a fabulous shaman's robe! 

I've also got to create another Dish Witch and a ghost, by special request.  So we'll see what presents itself!