I’ve been neglectful of writing this week. I do apologize. I’ve been trying to move in to Dahlila Found and finish a satiny blue man tie before Easter.
Moving in is time consuming! Photos, descriptions, positing. I get hung up on descriptions, especially with buttons. Yesterday I was posting Bohemian white glass buttons. Suddenly, I’m deep in the Britannica researching glass buttons, Bohemia, Czechoslovakia, WWII. Now, I’ve got pages on glass buttons I’m selling for $10. Curiosity can be terribly distracting.
Last year I researched a non-profit for an article I was writing. The subject was huge, freaky, so Charles Manson-like, future Kool Aid drinkers of America, I got obsessed with pinning this NPO, instead of actually writing the article. My wall looked like the set of “Without A Trace”, papers stuck everywhere. I was up at 2a.m. calling Denmark trial lawyers. I was a little absorbed (*blush*).
In the end my editor canned the article. What a putz! (freelance writing: lots of fun.) Luckily, I know a British guy who is more obsessed than I was–notice, past tense. I should send the whole mess to him.
Oh my . . . see what I mean? I start talking about buttons and end up in London.
Time to get with the program. Oh hey! I got a special order today from Australia for two button bracelets. How cool is that?
talk soon, d.
That will waylay your day for a while, a week. . . . d.