MOJO Part I

 OK...so getting back to the mojo thing.....
 I told you I've been trying to find my mojo...

Here's the thing about finding your mojo. 

When you are living life and you are not happy,

and you KNOW you should be...

you KNOW you should be counting your blessings,

but you keep having this feelings of frustrations, anger, negativity,

you have to figure out what's wrong, what you don't like, and make changes.

OK, I'm going to say this out loud....

I don't like...

living in chaos

unfinished business

being too busy.

I don't like....

having an appointment or someplace to be every day of the week.

I don't like...

living in a messy house.   

Even if I'm living in one room.  

I want time to be creative.   To garden.  To feed my soul.

 
Not to mention the culture shock.  

What culture shock you say....I only moved 20 minutes away. 

We'll talk about culture shock later. 

huuu huuu huuuuuu...  lions and tigers and bears oh my.

And since we've started building this house...my life has been all of the above.  

I will divide this post into segments.....

Part I - Living in chaos....

I thought....
I THOUGHT... when we got moved I would be able to get caught up.
I THOUGHT...I would have everything neatly tucked away in one room.  Then when we finished building the house, we would just move stuff upstairs into place.   I THOUGHT....For once in my life, I would have a place for everything and everything in it's place!

YUP...this is my kitchen table right now.  

I have a car seat on my kitchen table.

Not a child's car seat

A. real. car. seat. on. my. kitchen. table.

 AND

 This is the room everything was going to be tucked away in...

It looks like this now....

BUT THIS..IS..UPSTAIRS...(back off peeps...I'm bearing my soul here.  It's not easy)

We cannot build around this stuff. 
 SOLUTION.....I am going to start selling stuff. 
Garage sales.....Internet.....etc....
That's how I got it all! Garage sales, flea markets, auctions, etc!  I love going.
I wanted to do flea markets, I wanted to be creative and sell my work (I actually have!), and I thought we might have a B&B when we were all finished.  I have all of the stuff to have one!
teapots...teacups....plates....
Well...if I do any of that stuff.....I will just have to re-buy.  I'm gettin' rid of it!

I have a plan.  Just like when I wanted to find out what my style was....I am going to go through stuff, and what I have duplicates of I will decide what makes ME happy.  What I like the best, and everything else goes.  It won't be easy, or quick.

But first....
I am finishing something.

ONE THING AT A TIME UNTIL IT's DONE. AND. I. MEAN. IT!

As I said, I do not like starting something, stopping in the middle of it, and starting something else. 
And that is also how we have been living since we moved.  "Hurry up" and do this "Hurry up" and do that....and nothing gets finished.
 

Before I start one more thing I WILL FINISH THIS BRICK PILE.
We have one more day of moving bricks.

And this is my friend Cheryl.  How can I ever thank her?  She helped me move every last brick. 
My Shug says, "give her a brick!"  I said I was planning on it!
  But blogettes, We've been moving bricks for three to four weeks, usually two days a week, and it takes us about four hours to move two loads.  That includes driving and stacking time.  I told her yesterday she is a trooper.  And I'm humbled that she has helped me so much.  She had asked me to join a gym with her and I said, "I would never last...I'm not a gym girl, I'm not an indoor girl, I have to be outside in the summer.  But I do know how we can get exercise!"  I wish I would have had a camera in my hand, to show you her face, when she first saw this brick pile!

 (my phone pictures are turning out distorted and I don't know why)

We have not lost one pound. 
I have arm muscles now....
and an aircast for tennis elbow. 

Feel free to tell me how you survive the chaos.

To be continued.....

Cindy Bee

Three more Easter pics and my PURGE-atory friends!

I forgot to tell you about a funny thing that happened during the Easter Egg hunt. My Shug found a cell phone, and he thought....."hmmmm, someone dropped their cell phone...."

then he realized it was the one he lost last year! He had it a total of one week. He doesn't care for cell phones, but I could never get a hold of him when I needed to because he was always out working on our house, so I made him get one. He lost it within one week, with over 400 unused minute on it.



And this picture....well someone said for everyone to make a funny face. I didn't. Why? Have you ever made a funny face, because someone said to do so, and you were the only one in the pic making the funny face? Well, this time several people did make the funny face and these type of pics are my favorite.




And this...I took this morning. It's very windy here today. See how the feathers are ruffled on the bird. The sun was trying to peek through the clouds.



So yesterday, one day after Easter, I have tons to clean up, and my "PURGE-atory friends" come over. I've decided to start calling them that because they help me purge, and it feels like hell! They are the friends I told you about here . Now before you all start feeling sorry for me too much....don't. And I mean DON'T! I told them I need help. I NEED to get rid of stuff. I do. It only feels like hell for a little while, then it starts feeling good. And in all fairness, I confessed in that post that I was a hoarder. I'm actually a secret hoarder. It hasn't taken over the main part of the house. It's in closets and the basement, so no one knows. My friend Beth says I'm a collector. Either way I just can't move it all.


So, one of them arrived before the other one, and I was putting Easter deco away. I decided to purge a tiny bit of deco. I've decided I want either hand-made or vintage. I don't really have that much Easter deco. One tub is all.


But this cheap crap is gonna go. Yes that one bunny is hand painted by a friend but I haven't seen her in years and years. It was actually a Christmas ornament.



I did get to keep my egg cup collection because it's kind of cool.

and fun....

and I do use them. Not just for eggs, but to hold candies too.

I believe these paper mache' eggs are old.

and I'm keeping them too!

The inside.

Don't know if this is old or new

but I like it. I can't get the 'dirt' off of her face though.

There are no markings on the bottom of it.

The Purge-partner arrives and we decided to tackle, "the room." The computer-craft-clutter room. It has become a 'throw it in there and shut the door' room. We started with the purse closet. Hey, I admitted on this post that I am a bag lady.

They did not believe the hoarding bag lady really lived here, but they do now!

What? These bags have to go?

It was so horrible.....they made fun of me blogettes....

This purse has to go? Really? So what if it had a tassel on it. What if I take it off? "Bee" they said, "it has to go." I bought it when My Shug and I went to the Cincinnati Flower Show. It's handmade. Okaaaayyy.....

This one too? It's my Christmas purse!

No more Christmas purses?

My Shug bought me this one at the Cincinnati Flower show. We used to go to it a lot. I've seen Martha there, and Rebecca Kolls, and Tasha Tudor, and I got their autographs and pics and such. Such sweet memories....

"Bee, you have a story with everything..." they say.

Not everything. This tote has no story.

They said faded denim is out. Is it really? Even on jeans? I'm in troub if it is.

Now this one....there wasn't a story, but there is now! First of all, I just bought it a few months ago, but they said the color is total 80's. As I'm thinking they are wrong as it reminds me of the color of lipstick everyone wore in the 70's... one of them said it is total 80's and I should just put a scrunchy in my hair when I carry it!!!

I quickly ripped the scrunchy out of my hair and threw it on the floor somewhere in the pile of piles! Really? Scrunchies are out? They still sell them though....

Dixie felt sorry for me. He was trying to protect me, and my bags....
Winston could care less. He only cares about his new found afghan that he isn't supposed to be sleeping on.

Bye bye bags....

Truth is....I'm about ready to go through the ones I saved and get rid of about half of those too. But don't tell my Purge-atory friends.

Gotta go make some laundry detergent and finish packing up that room.

Cindy Bee