IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME








I started out with the best of intentions a while back, but somewhere along the line my ADD got in the way and joined forces with my great skill at procrastination.  I want to get in my "way back machine" and start to blog again about my life and the cluttermonkeyness of being me.




I tend to get bored very easily, get sidetracked with new projects and shiny things and all of this
ultimately impedes any progress that I need to make with important things that need completion.
I must say, though, I am a wonderful juggler and manage to do a little of this and a little of that which
does feed the gypsy in my soul but creates a bit too much havoc.

A couple of days ago I decided to sell vintage stuff at the antique flea market. Insanity does not run in
my family, but I get great recessive bursts of it every now and then. The weather has been so hellacious that nobody wants to shop in the heat, but Sunday was not a day for common sense. I hauled it all over to Irvine, spent two hours setting up, sat in the hot sun all day and watched shoppers scurry around like frenzied ants on the hot asphalt. I sold a few things between 8:30 and 11:00 and then NADA.  Time ticked away  like maple syrup on a winter's day. (cept it was F'ing HOT). Finally
at around two thirty as I looked around at the other frustrated vendors packing up I decided to join the club and move my dehydrated butt as best I could to get everything back into my sweet little car. That poor baby takes such abuse!

In two weeks I'll turn around and do it all over again at the Long Beach flea.  Why bother?  Dunno.
Selling crap is lots of fun when it does sell, and I love the interaction with the shoppers. That is one thing I really miss about working at home. When I had a shop I would giggle and share stories with the ladies, flirt and make wisecracks with the men, and make new friends along the way. While working at home has lots of perks and gives me many freedoms, there are definitely trade-offs. I converse with the cats, go in the house and grab snacks and watch reruns of NCIS, and find lots of
distracting ways to amuse myself.  Getting out is definitely necessary for a weirdo extrovert like me.

I chatted and traded stories with several of my neighboring vendors at Irvine on Sunday, and somehow we figured out that we all suffer from the same "why in the hell do we do this" disease!
It kills you physically, but it's a great ride emotionally. :)