Sunday, July 18, 2010


Update: OK. I have now established four shops, but they're all empty except for one. They won't stay empty! It goes like this:

bright. - - for the paper things: envelopes, journals, probably paperweights, not sure what else.

blank the plague. publications - - for the zines and possibly short stories and other writing. I've been using the name blank the plague. publications for a long time now. Yeah, like you don't know that.

Melissa Bastian - - for the arts. Paintings definitely, also mixed media stuff, prints, maybe some photography. Haven't decided definitely whether I'll sell that yet. I am not nearly as skilled as several others even just on the Vegan Etsy Team, much less all of the amazing artists on Etsy, so it's intimidating. I'm about capturing images... anyway. We'll see.

Libellule! - - for the nonsense! My fun jewelery, pins, stickers, I might start making silly crocheted things, maybe some wedding destash, I don't even know what all else.

I know four shops seems excessive, but I feel a need to compartmentalize and I'm sort of all over the place right now. Fingers crossed that a) I get my act together and get these shops really going, and b) anyone buys anything from them! Wahoo.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

And not just my underwear either.

Sometimes I wake up to find that everything in my life has suddenly jumped a foot to the left, unexpectedly, but I've been left in the same spot. I wander around, and everything looks the same, but off somehow, and I can get around well enough, but I keep banging my shins on the coffee tables because they're just not quite where I expect them to be. And really, when did that vase break? Why hasn't anyone swept up all those tiny shards of glass that cover the floor? Oh, right, that's my job. But the broom isn't where I left it; in fact, all the closets have been reorganized. Must have been while I was sleeping.

I was sleeping, and one morning I woke up and found that my whole life felt different. Again.

Apparently not everyone experiences major events this way, but I always have. I go into a special state of functioning during a crisis, and I'm really, really good at it. I'm fucking professional. And then then, once everything starts to settle down and get a little quiet, the feelings and thoughts begin to culminate. Little pieces that I've stored separately, each in its own container being so careful that they never ever touch - they pool. Like beads of mercury rolling together to become a puddle. And suddenly I find that I can't navigate my mind, that my life seems like someone else's, because I have no real idea of how I got to where I am. I remember the sequence of events, but only in the most mechanical of ways. It then takes days or weeks for me to readjust to what it has become, to re-fit myself into my skin.

Ahh, crisis management. One of the many skills developed early in life that has left me a functioning but very oddly functioning person.

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P.S. - Three points if you get the reference in the title.