In Which We Don’t Go To A Movie

An open journal with pages decorated in red, black, and lime green. The left page has slanted horizontal sections; the right is decorated with stylized poppies.

Journal spread with washi tape, Pitt pen and white gel pen.

Spoiler: we didn’t go to the movie on Monday.  Or on Tuesday.  Possibly tomorrow, we’ll see.  But we are slowly chipping away at the enormous stack of Things What Need Doing.

Last night I had myself an anxiety attack, which was about as delightful as it sounds.  I stayed up half the night desperately haunting Pinterest in an attempt to distract myself enough to calm down, and something must have rubbed off because I had a BRAINWAVE.  Actually two brainwaves.  One is a plan for awesomizing my workspace, if I ever get my room clean enough to rearrange.  The other I am gonna sit on for a while.  Stay tuned.

In Which I Emerge From My Lair

…and go to the ATC meetup with Mom.

To be perfectly honest I have occasionally had more fun at the dentist’s, but such is life, especially for the introvert.  On the plus side, I did actually make an ATC for a change, out of the random baggie of stuff I got at the door:

A card with a background of sheet music and a collaged house with blue borders.

ATC from challenge packet, May 2014.

Not a very good photo, but then it’s not a very good card, either.  Maybe tomorrow I’ll be back to doing things I actually like.

In the meantime I am crawling back into my burrow for the night.  Toodles.

In Which I Make Myself Clear

A page filled with multicolored block letters reading, "My first priority is me and my mother. 2nd is family: both the born and the found.  Friends are next, then anyone else who needs me."

Journal page, Pitt pen and watercolor.

I live with my mom (anyone who thinks that reflects badly on her or on me is cordially invited to bite me) and lately she’s been feeling really bad both physically and emotionally — lots of obligations that are hard to meet, lots of interpersonal stuff that’s hard to handle.   And when she feels bad, I feel bad, because I love her.

So yesterday while she was out and I was noodling around doing laundry, I decided to make this page as a reminder to myself as well as my mom.  I care about my friends, but my family comes first (including my sisters-by-choice), and before everything else I have to take care of MYSELF.  You know the story about putting on your own oxygen mask first, right?  And part of my well-being is making sure of Mom’s well-being, just like part of hers is making sure of mine.

It didn’t occur to me until this morning that it makes a fitting Mother’s Day page, but I think it does.

That said, I know there are people out there who find today really hard because of bad relationships with their own mothers.  For those folks, I hope you do whatever you need to do to take care of yourself today — maybe make your own journal page about your priorities, with yourself at the top! — and I offer this video and an e-hug.

[you can read the lyrics here]

In Which More Footnotes Are Despoiled

A blue and purple butterfly doodled across a page of footnotes in a vintage textbook.

Footnotes to “Virgil and Other Latin Poets”, Pitt pen.

Still messing with Virgil.  I rescued this book from an overenthusiastic destash with the intent of cutting it up for pages, which I may still do.  (Lots of neat illustrations.)  But I discovered it’s also really fun to doodle in.  Drawing directly over text is something I hadn’t done before, and the paper is super smooth, so Pitt pens like it quite a lot.  Hence a wonky butterfly.

And then I did this:

A page mostly covered with black ink.  The remaining words are connected with white curving lines and read: "The wind could not lie, and the fountain overflowed with change."

Found poetry, Pitt pen and white gel pen.

I splurged yesterday on a Big Brush Pitt pen, explicitly for this purpose — don’t want to wear out my regular black brush tip on heavy-duty inking!

In Which A Crisis Is Averted

Journal page decorated with yellow striped tape and a drawing of a bumblebee.  Text: "Woke up this morning to an awful buzzing.  'Oh no -- the wasps are already getting in!' When I dared to get up the buzzing started again... like a motorcycle.  Then I saw it -- a HUGE great enormous bumblebee.  So I opened the window and let it out."  The bee's thought bubble reads: "Jeez, lady, what took you?"

Journal page with washi tape and colored pencil.

So yeah, that happened.  Ordinarily I’d whine like a baby for my mother to deal with it, but she’s been deathly ill this week, so I had to put on my big girl panties, and lo and behold it just wasn’t as big a deal as I’d thought it was.  (My biggest problem was convincing the stupid thing to fly UNDER the window sash and not keep trying to climb through the glass.  Insects, man.)

Life lessons R us.