I've been pretty stressed out lately.
When I stress out, I disappear. This is a disappearance in both the physical, mental, and social sense.
When I stress out, I loose my brain power and the drive to be creative; the drive to be something more than just the lump on the couch (but hey, this lump has been getting a good dose of Netflix Instant Watch --Hello, Supernatural!).
When I stress out, I want to be by myself; it is nothing personal (and we're back to the lump on the couch...and back to the Winchester boys....).
When I stress out, I loose myself.
I've never been this stressed out before.
But I'm trying to break out and get back to being myself.
I'm forcing myself to eat healthy foods, exercise, and be creative (because I'm learning it isn't an easy job altering the causes of my stress).
I crocheted last night for the first time in months (well, that's not true, I tried working on my granny square afghan a few weeks ago, but my feeble brain forgot how to do the stitch. Thanks, brain).
This is the first time I've picked up my camera since my last post, July 21st.
I'm slowly breaking through.
I need to learn to have faith; things happen for a reason.
I am loved.
It's also been pretty sparse in the vintage goodness category around here lately. I'm not sure what's going on.
I was gifted the two bowls and thrifted the others. The blue is a lidless Blue Doily I found at an estate sale, and the greenish is a lidless Wicker Weave (Basket Weave?) that was rescued from a thrift store. The lids were borrowed from other dishes for this photo; it's so nice when they share.
The cups are the ONLY pieces of Pyrex I've seen at yardsales this summer. Bah humbug on yardsales!
My collection of 043s were getting to the dangerous point of wanting to tip over and crash off the ottoman.
Thankfully, no Pyrex was harmed while creating this post.
And please don't feel bad for me. I don't blog for the purpose of receiving sympathy. I just wanted to explain a little bit about why I haven't been blogging.
If I weren't so private, I'd share exactly why I was so stressed....but you understand.
Blossom is surprisingly a good listener.
**Thanks all, for the sweet messages and emails asking me to start blogging again...that helps this stresscase**