is it just the truth of the universe that i need to spend an hour to clean my kitchen every day just to keep on top of the chaos? i’m really hoping that this isn’t true. but all evidence points towards – yes, it is true. either that or we all stop eating there.
eating bananas for breakfast in the big bed. this is how things like banana peels and crumbs and damp spots and stuffed dogs get into my bed.
twiggy purrs long and low. shes the first cat we’ve had who has taken to sleeping on the radiators. when mats comes inside, he likes to sit right up against the radiator and lick all the snow and damp of of his coat. he will sit on the radiator in the bedroom with the cover on it. and bindi is unsure of her footing and doesn’t like the gaps between the pipes, even if theres a blanket over them. little twig has claimed all uncovered radiator tops as her own. her nose and her white whiskers kills me every time. shes so fashionable, she even has her ‘ring finger’ a different colour than the rest of her toes. that’s a thing, you know, in the nail polish world right now. i wish i could see a pic of her parents and her siblings to see how she got these weird markings.
soap is my thing right now. with a couple people actually buying into this soap CSS thing, i feel i have permission to make way too much soap, every day. i am not concered with it making me profits really, i just want to be able to make it. i want to experiment and learn and try all sorts of recipes and techniques. to do that you have to do it over and over. where does all that soap go? hopefully to bathrooms and kitchens all over the place, i don’t have the space to keep it all. so some family members have bought into the soap CSS in order to humour me i suppose. whatever – floodgates are open. I’m thinknig now of a birthday cake themed soap for the CSS people for Cordelia’s birthday in may. vanilla, vanilla, vanilla. rainbow sprinkles. my confident, super fussy, tall and lean vanilla girl.
im not going back to the market this year. i thought i was, but then as time went on and i looked at the application sitting in my inbox, i wanted to go less and less. its so much work, and i paid the market more money than i actually made back in profits. on average i made $22 for about 5-6 hours of work. it was fun but exhausting, and by the end of the season, the only thing that came out of it was one birthday party. that’s not enough. I’ll have to find some other way to promote henna. however i jsut bought 40 bags of henna for the season, so i’m going to have to find a way to work through it all.
but what we NEED to be focusing on right now is doula clients. i have nobody lined up after this momma, and im tired of taking births for 4220. that’s an insultingly low price. i feel like I’d rather do it for free than $220. at least this momma, who genuinely can’t pay me, is trying to pay me back somehow. shes offered to talk to her midwives about taking my cards, and she collaborated with her buddy a photographer to get me a movie of me doing her henna belly and shes going to get me some professional photos we can use for advertising as well. barter system is fine, I’m happy with that.
coco is in school in the fall. blaze is in school the next fall. if i can’t be making this doula thing work by then, i’m going to have to invest in something else, like a real job. i don’t want to do that, but theres going to be no reason for me to be home anymore. as Jim points out, im tired of cleaning and laundry and sticky floors. its time for something else.
my dream of cobbling together a whole bunch of small, different things is working out well. teaching lunchtime and after school programs with a group of great people, and now my brand new thing is that i will be teaching baby sign classes. i think green acres (lunchtime and after school program people) is considering offering me a job teaching there in the summer, running ASL classes for the campers. I will likely be making and running a ASL program in the fall as well. toss in a doula client every month and mix some henna and some soap in. sell some knitted boobs once in a while. i’d be happy with that.
time to go. i have been called to tie up some pesky ponytails.