Glitter in progress

With the Muses parade less than a month away, I am woefully behind on glittering shoes (as in, I hadn't started yet!).  I was starting to have bad dreams in which I showed up late for the parade, without my costume, without any glittered shoes, on the wrong day...trauma!

What am I talking about?  The Krewe of Muses, a New Orleans Mardi Gras krewe (club) with the most popular parade for several years running!  The first part of this blog name is "a muse", because I am a member of the Krewe of Muses, made up of the most fabulous, diverse group of women in New Orleans and elsewhere.

 

I joined Muses when we lived in New Orleans and experienced my first parade as a rider the following year after Katrina (2007).  That's me in the photo, looking ecstatic (because I was!).    When I signed up, I thought it would be a bucket list experience, riding in a New Orleans Mardi Gras parade.  Who gets to do that?!  I had no idea how amazing it would be, how much positive energy and thrilling excitement radiates from the crowds, or how wonderfully funny and supportive would be the women on my float.  They have stuck with me through four international moves, sending me a very heavy and expensive care package with all the goodies to make red beans and rice and other treats while I was in Holland, holding my spot without reservation despite the fact that our float itself has a waiting list because so many women want to ride with them.  I flew from Australia to ride with them again last year, and it was even more incredible that I had remembered. Now that I'm back in the States, I could not miss the opportunity to be an official rider again.  The parade rolls on February 7.  I'll be up top on float #18 on the driver's side, so make a big sign and hold it up for me so I can throw you something good!



So, what's this about glitter?  Aside from all the plastic beads and toys and assorted whatnots we throw to the crowds, the most highly prized score from the Muses parade is a glittered high heeled shoe.  We can't throw them for obvious reasons, so parade goers who score a shoe are usually handed one directly and feel very chosen.  It's funny (and wonderful!) how much sheer joy is associated with getting a shoe from the parade.  But of course, before they can be given, they have to be made.  That's where this post comes in.



Last night, I had two girlfriends over for wine, cheese, chocolate and glitter!  I had purchased and collected (thanks, Grandmary!) simple pairs of high heels in good condition from thrift stores (I've never paid more than $5 for a pair).  We spray-painted them gold or silver, and then the glueing and glittering could begin.



Now I have glitter all over myself and my house, even in my refrigerator.  I've given it a good clean, but I think it's a lost cause, at least until Mardi Gras is over.  Keep calm and glitter on!

Big step

This morning, I sat down and fluffed out one of my dreams on paper.  It felt so "right" that I took it a step further and committed to it: I told someone about it.  That might not seem like such a big thing to you, but for me, it was a very big step towards my dream.  I almost never do this.  I don't even like to tell my husband about my dreams most of the time (though he knows this one very well).  It's like I'm afraid acknowledging it will jinx it somehow, but today, I wanted the accountability...and have to admit that it still feels very right, like I'm finally on the right track.  Let us hope so.  Either way, it is a brilliant start to the weekend, if not the whole year.



Wishing you a weekend of good fun, perhaps taking bold new steps of your own!

Oliver Jeffers books and video

Our family loves Oliver Jeffers' books, especially the books about the boy and his penguin (Lost and Found, Up and Down, The Way Back Home and How to Catch a Star).  After watching this video, I think I may enjoy work by this author even more (though I may have been influenced by his humour and his Irish accent, but who is keeping track of such things?).

Oliver Jeffers Author Film 2013 from Oliver Jeffers on Vimeo.

If Oliver Jeffers is unknown to you, I recommend starting with Lost and Found. It is where we started, and we love it to this day.

Blogging identity crisis epidemic

No sooner do I post my uncertainty about blogging than do I read not one but three blogs where other women are doing the same.  New year, new thinking.

Decision: Go for it...but keep it simple.



I like the idea of getting back to "slow blogging" for no purpose other than my own.  Perhaps what has given me the most pause recently is the change in the pace of blogging.  When I started years ago, it was new and everyone was testing it out.  Most people were just playing around or (like me) using it to keep family and friends updated.  Then, some people began to experience wild success stories, landing book deals and raking in enough income to keep both parents at home...and suddenly blogging was a question of brand building and social media engagement and and and...  Anything less felt like failure somehow.  Blah.

I mean, seriously: do I really want a book deal?
Well, actually...yes please.  I would love a book deal, thank you very much.
But approaching every visit to the computer to blog while thinking about building a brand that would entice a publishing house to give me an offer is just enough to allow my perfectionist self to overanalyze and paralyze any attempt at writing, to feel exhausted and overwhelmed (just like how you feel after reading this sentence)...and remove all fun.  Who wants that?

Slow blogging.
Inspired blogging.
Creating.
Sharing.
Community.
Enjoyment and engagement at a reasonable pace.
Those all seem like very good things to me.

To blog or not to blog

While I was sickest with the worst of the fever days, I experienced what felt like very clear thinking.  Actually, Hubby did too, though Hubby said it was more akin to the kind of clarity people describe when associated with psychotropic drugs (in his, he was pondering vastly complex problems and seriously considering which Playmobil figures could best solve them. ahem.).  Mine may or may not have been quite that crazy, but one of my most clear thoughts was to stop blogging here.  Just stop, never to post again.
Of course, I've already violated that, so I'm going to work through it instead.

It seemed obvious to stop because this space isn't particularly special, not even to me.  I record and share some things, but not all things and not important or personal things.  When I look at this blog through open eyes, I don't see anything to make it particularly me or to make it stand out from the thousands of other blogs out there, which is a real shame.  It's a shame because I love writing and I have a lot to say...and because I'm just not saying it.  Maybe I'm too afraid of the exposure and the current trend toward instant snarkiness afforded by blog comment sections and email, though I don't believe that's the whole reason.

In truth, I'm a bit unmoored.  I bought a domain name ages ago and wrote out a detailed plan for posts there that honestly I still love.  But I'm not using it.

When I was living overseas, I felt more like myself than I do when I'm back in the States.  I have never lived anywhere a complete four years in my life.  When I was an American abroad, I have found that  most people just wanted to know whether or not I could behave myself properly in their country, and then they just let me be who I am.  I'm American, I can blend...end of story.  No one expects me to know, follow and accept every little social norm and nicety, because they know I'm from somewhere else.  Not so in the States.  I'm American, I'm in America...so just what the heck is wrong with me anyway?  I have yet to find my niche place, because everywhere I go, I'm not from there.

To add to the challenge, I have been outside the US nearly the whole time I've had children.  Lots of times, I just don't know how things are done.  I don't know how many times after this move I had to try to explain to people that yes, I'm American but I've never had kids in the States before...not that this explanation helps, because most people seemed to recoil at that.  Why on Earth not?  What's wrong with you?  Or worse: what do you think is wrong with us?  Having an open world view seems threatening somehow.  I have been asked directly just why I hate America so much, which is so not connected to my reality at all.

So bringing this back to the original topic...
This blog is "a muse abroad"...but I'm not abroad.
My domain name is from that perspective too...but I'm here, not there.
I am still me, but I'm somehow not me or not supposed to be me or something like that.
Which is why it seemed obvious to just stop blogging.

Except.
I'm not the only person experiencing these things.
And one of my favorite reasons for reading blogs is that connection with people and their experiences as they speak to me as would a friend.  I want to do that.
I used to do that.
I miss doing that.
So, to blog or not to blog?
Not sure what the answer is to that question.

Feeling better!

Oh, so much better!  I like to let my body work through the yuck on its own, but when I do need antibiotics, I so appreciate the efficacy of antibiotics.  Whew.
(and no, this isn't Pennsylvania in January; it is New Orleans in January.  wistful sigh...)

I feel I'm coming back to myself after weeks of not.  Since the entire holiday season was lost to the yuck, I feel the clutter slowly clearing from my foggy brain and the New Year energy starting to kick in, albeit a couple of weeks late.  I think traditional new year goal setting and reflection may be in the works, and that could mean some exciting new projects ahead.  First up, though, will be de-germing the house...

What's on your list?

Under the weather

I'm sick.
Our family spent the entire school holiday sick, and now I'm still sick (or sick again, which is probably more accurate).
This morning, I may or may not have called the doctor and cried on her voicemail when she still was out of office close to noon...because I wanted to come in that badly.
She did greet me with a hug when I went in at 12:30, because I was such a sad case.  She also gave me meds, instruction to rest and a side order of "call Hubby and tell him you need him to come home sooner than later".  Bless her.
Hubby did come home sooner than later, ordered pizza for dinner and completely took over.  Bless him.
Which is great, because this morning while I was calling the doctor crying, sewage was backing up into the basement (again) and I spent the only hours both girls were at school this afternoon working with the plumber.  Glub-glub-burbling-noises are not good noises when made by sewage bubbling up into your house.
But those noises do buy serious pity points with a friend who then offers to look after your littles for an hour after school so you can take that much needed and recently prescribed nap in the interim before Hubby comes home.  Bless her.

What a day.  Full of so very many good things that followed some bad things.  Better to end with the good, I say.
Wishing you a healthy start to your week!