When I woke up this morning, like so many previous mornings, I wanted to sew. I wanted to take that fabulous black, gray, and midnight-not-obnoxious-blue plaid wool fabric (with a teeny bit of stretch) and make a skirt. Cut on the bias. Sewn to swingy perfection – not cut-on-the-bias-sticks-to-your-bum swingy and not cut-on-the-bias-swings-over-your-head-swingy. Just perfect swingy.
By the time I hit the shower a few hours later – after cleaning the master bathroom, starting a load of laundry, organizing previously organized laundry, and snapping too many bad photos of the back of Breezy’s ears – I had changed my mind.
I wanted to write. (Wordy, I am…)
I wanted to write more than status updates, status updates in the third person, or clever bits and pieces. As I frenetically lathered, rinsed, and conditioned my hair thoughts zipped around (and around and around and around).
Now, wrapped in two towels, there’s not a drip to be found…but rather, a puddle (of nonsense).
So Facebook…what happened? I used to escape to Facebook – when designs weren’t flowing, when the music wouldn’t quiet the noise. I certainly didn’t escape to read about politics or religion or causes (no matter how noble).
Did I expect privacy? Uhm. No. Did you?
Did I take it seriously? Over the course of 2007 Facebook noted that my relationship status went from married to single to married to in a relationship to it’s complicated to married to single to married and then I had two children – a boy named Elvis and a girl named Miller. I forgot to feed them or change their diapers, but Derek (who clearly had more time for that sort of thing) was a great house dad so it worked out.
So yeah – I’m a bit tired of cliched retro images with not-quite-ironic statements smacked on them. Ever wonder why those are so popular? I do (surprise). Conclusion? Readers prefer an image to words. Answer? Put words on an image. Next…
So I wanted to write….but that skirt is calling me, the font stack on that site is whining at me, and there is the perpetual failure of looming freebies and newsletters (oh, they are ever so patient….).
Saturday, 12:59 pm and still wearing a towel (as though wearing a towel wasn’t enough…).