It’s true. I’ve been sitting around on my fluffy little duff this week. But the lack of productivity isn’t really my fault (though it sort of is). I placed a material order almost two weeks ago and had been waiting on it for ages and finally, I said to myself:
Well! Where on EARTH are my materials?
When I hopped online to check on my order status, I found out that I never actually placed the order.
*GROAN*
So, since sterling was in short supply around these parts, I turned to leather and finished up a belt and some cuffs when I was NOT running about town like a madhatter since life was also held captive by mundane errand running all week long. Sigh.
I must take a moment to also point out that besides having a fouled up supply order, this was a hard week. We’re talking zero flow. We’re talking everything that could go wrong DID go wrong, sometimes all at once. And then yesterday I had a filling performed at the best dentist on the planet and so I had an Angelina Jolie FACE for the entire day (as in my face looked like her lips), and my phone broke, and yadda yadda yadda. I’ll spare you the gruesome details.
The good news is that it’s August, I’ve fallen into my solo rhythm now and I haven’t been beating myself up over it. I’ve just been shrugging my shoulders and eating lots of fresh veggies and not stressing. It feels good. Every summer, I have to grow up a little bit. Every summer, I have to step up a little bit. From where I am now, the view is lovely and I’m going softly on myself.
Anyway, here’s a belt!
Now about the actual belt portion, it says:
KISS ME
I TASTE LIKE WILD RASPBERRIES
Sassy, for sure.
I often think about all the things I want to say to RW while he’s away. I want to tell him about my weird dreams, what I found in the garden, what I saw while out running, what someone said in an email….but more than all of that, I just want to yell in his face:
KISS ME
I TASTE LIKE WILD RASPBERRIES
Every man should be so lucky to hear such a sentence in his lifetime…
Every man should be so lucky to hear such a sentence in his lifetime…
I reckon at least one of you wants to shout the same thing at your fellow so I made this belt for you,
you wild little pioneer woman….
It’s made to wrap around something sassy that has a circumference of 40-42 inches.
Sometimes it’s nice to let your hips do all the talking…
It’s made to wrap around something sassy that has a circumference of 40-42 inches.
Sometimes it’s nice to let your hips do all the talking…
and then I’m going to make lunch for a really lovely quasi-stranger-friend who is stopping by
and then she and I are going to head out to the reservation to
watch the pow wow.
Today I want you to:
1. Taste like wild raspberries.
2. Walk somewhere barefoot.
3. Sunbathe in an alpine meadow.
Happy Weekending!
xx
Quillianna
No Kidding!
xo
happy weekend wild one…
LOOOVE it sassy pants!
That belt and buckle is chock FULL of sass and gumption. Ooooooeeeee!
OOoooooohhhhhh, I think I have to go wake up my husband and tell him…
I often wish my feet were like they were when I was a kid…not pretty, but tough from going just about everywhere barefoot nearly year-round! (I grew up in Florida.) It was amazing what those feets could withstand. They were supple, too, making for simian-level tree-climbing. Supple they still are, but not nearly as impervious.
🙂
D
Oh <3, I love your belts, hey. I think they are amazing, and brilliant. Hopefully your weekend was better than your week 🙂
Thanks plume… you always make my day!