blog guilt and big messes

messymo
my fellow molandians are always askin' me did i see this or that or whatever on some blog. there are lots o reasons i don't travel round the internet more often and visit the gals that make the blog kingdom go round. this past year the main one has been cause even thinkin' of the word blog feels me with gallons o guilt. though it has been my intention o startin' each day by jottin' down a blog, there have been more days than not where i ended up headin' in some other direction which led to some adventure that left little time for my own blog much less those who carefully tend theirs daily.

i have no idea how these baronesses of the blog world do what they do....snappin' scrumptious shots of their delicious dauntin' daily lives - full o talent and treats - then also have the time to load those shots, write about em and then blog it all up. these are not the members of blogdom who just drag off to their desktop and into their fancy often redecorated world wide web spaces the pictures produced by others...oh no...i'm talkin' bout those who actually produce what we see in the patches o color that flash before our peepers as we scroll down page after page. and seems the most talented and prolific are not tryin' to tease you into hittin' a button somewhere to travel to another locale where you can then purchase wares they have displayed in some shop. most o these busy bloggers do it all for our pleasure and entertainment and in hopes o maybe passin' around some inspiration to those who may be lackin' or lookin' for some. i applaud each and every one o you.

now here is the other reason i don't regularly visit those i applaud. they're too damn neat. or maybe it's cause i am too damn messy. whichever it is, i scroll away wonderin' how those women can be so talented and productive and witty and such good mothers and wives and cooks and do it all without leavin a big ol mess behind. the shot above is what one o my many tabletops - this one sittin in front of the shabby doo dad den couch - looked like after only one hour of workin' on the inpsired real life doo dads. i am too embarrassed to show any of those taken later on in the process...or the one jo just stood at the door and took. she had to take it from the outside o the room cause she isn't able to get in and try as i may, i won't be able to get out until a path is carved through all that lays on the floor.

i realize this is also the reason i don't get more bloggin done. so often i have created somethin' i am anxious to share with you but realize whatever it is may not look so inspirin' when surrounded by spilled coffee or candy wrappers and half eaten cookies and if you see the piles o fabric and pitched pins on either side o whatever the end result is, you may permanently judge me the blogger to not bother with!

i just don't measure up when it comes to keepin my creative workspace in order. this is really a problem cause i work best when it looks like all those other blogger's spaces - neat as a pin and nary an item outta place. i just can't seem to pull it off. this is not somethin' new for me - i have been this way all my life. when i was in college my roommate placed a wide piece o tape between her area and mine. what a fool she was to think it would keep my mess from fallin into her space! it doesn't make me feel any better either to know it could be worse. i take no pleasure in telling you i have a much younger sister who is ten times worse than i am altho from what i have seen, she isn't bothered by her chaotic surroundings where mine weigh heavily upon me - sometimes literally. during one visit within my younger sister's domain, i followed her to her closet as she picked out something to wear. i did my best to pretend it was quite normal to choose an outfit from piles on the floor rather than hanging from the closet rods...hers were completely bare.

my beloved mother passed on this messy gene. lucky for queenie it missed her. growin up i would sit and stare in in awe at her open closet. how she could actually keep shoes in boxes and still remember she owned em? as i have confessed here before, with me it's outta site outta mind. i always looked upon the box shoes came in as a craft supply until a stylist attached polaroids to the ends for me.

now i have to begin the task of cleanin up after this last round o art so i can start the process all over again. as usual i am runnin' behind and have so many things to get finished before even federal express can't guarantee christmas delivery no matter how much i am willin' to pay. i am hopin to get everything finished and wrapped and outta here and all the doo dads done and ready for download so i can take a bit o time to travel the blogdom the days after christmas. i'll peek at each beautiful clutter-free shot so graciously shared by the best in bloggin' and once again vow to be more like them in the year to come. only this time i will try to make the attempt guilt free!