Heather Eddy Art

Guess what! I did some administrative housekeeping in my Etsy shop and found that I have a huge albatross of stock that I do not need. In looking over my sales over the past 18 months, I've discovered that I have a standard core of best-sellers (word jewelry-wise) and a shift in focus from jewelry to book folding. I have decided to keep a core of word jewelry stock in my shop for book- and library-lovers (and myself). It's about 40-odd items' worth. The rest? Well, for $5-8 a pop, they are yours. After they are gone, they are gone. I went through all of my extra beads (printed, not rolled) last night and dumped everything that isn't part of my core stock. Now I have to go through my existing stock and list what I have so I can free up my mind for other, more important things. Those important things? Mostly folded books and patterns. I want to try to have free ones on my blog and more in the shop to sell for 99 ¢ -$4.99.

Hey look! Woo hoo!

I heard about the rioting and looting going on around the world. If *I* were to do those things, I'd at least have a bit of style. I might even have to throw it twice if it just bounced off a window.  And, this one? It's just pretty. I'd leave it in place of the TV.

Bones that I found in the desert. Little did this animal know it would bring me so much joy after it died.

I have been thanking God in my prayers so much lately that my brain has come back. I have seriously missed it. Depression is like death inside. I envy those people who can pour out their grief into art and doing. Me, I barely exist... Bleh. Anyway, I took pictures of all my books which are finished. It was weird to go through the house and find all the half-folded books I've squirreled away on random shelves and dresser tops. My hubsand is very patient. Here are a couple of pictures of what I've put in the shop. Just to prove I'm living again.  

This is what my patio table looked like last night as I was getting ready to use the last bits of daylight to take pictures of my eight million folded books to list... Please note the cat under the table. He's the photobomber. As I look at this picture, I notice the bits of debris under the table and on the table and around the patio. How do people keep their homes immaculate? I suppose I need to budget for someone to come in and do it for me. That wasn't how it was growing up, though. My parents had seven kids. It was our job to keep stuff clean. There were only a few times my parents paid for some work to be done and then it was a Really Big Deal. Other than that, we were do-it-ourselfers. Perhaps I need to look at my childhood more closely and see where so many of my customs and assumptions come from and reevaluate them for MY life. And while I'm at it, I'll wish the patio was clean.

I'm getting the hang of this crochet thing. I found this pretty sand dollar in my collection o' stuff and decided to work some magic on it. It's feeling like I'm beginning to wake up. This afternoon I actually deep cleaned my kitchen. I'm feeling more like my old self again. I was even able to get my act together enough to take pictures of all my finished folded books so I can start listing them in my etsy shop. And look who photobombed me... Hello Ron!