That's right, some serious science shiz going on! Discovery has opened a new boutique for local makers, which means I have a SPACE to sell my things at the place where I spend all my TIME. see what happened there? And scientists get all the glory, pssht.
Now, I think I have become rather pragmatic in my old age, becoming a whole new and improved me; not counting chickens, playing it cool before I do something stupid, even counting to ten before I open my big mouth.
But 'eeeeep' I just know this combination is going to work!
New me is scared that I am biting off more than I can chew, that I will wear myself down to a nub of post-human barely functioning due to lack of sleep. But OLD me is jumping around the kitchen making bow ties and whirling together dresses and cushions like Mary Poppins who has a host of helper birds flying in the window (N.B. reality is helper cat who chews all my material and helper dog who tries to eat helper cat). So I will continue to make, It's in my DNA, whether I will reach my dream of creating half of my time and working for the other is yet to be seen - for now, this is pretty close.
!ETYMOLOGY LESSON FROM LEFT FIELD! Today's word: Frontier. late Middle English: from Old French frontiere, based on Latin frons, front- ‘front’. So what i want to know is, where did the 'ier' come from? Is it possible that it is to listen in a new direction? to boldly hear where no man has heard before? to go where you may never be heard from again? I think this is all rather plausible. So I'm calling it retail space - the final front ear. makes cents to me.
|Not space - dinosaurs!|
|Helper cat worn out from material chewing|