this was my yesterday

morning loves

ok so yesterday started normal enough, I blog, I read blogs...I lurk on etsy while drinking coffee and then get to "work". I am lucky my work is just one room over and I can go there in my jammies if I like.

So I go to work, determined to make a ton of art cards for my shop and for the big Pittsburgh Show in a little less than two weeks.

I am engrossed in the work and not looking forward to putting all of the pieces in the little acrylic frames they come in, usually I am lazy and wait until someone buys them before putting them in the frame...but they will need to be there soon enough so I know I have to get it done.

I work for a solid few hours putz around on etsy some more and decide I need to glam up like a good 1950's housewife before it gets too late, you see I try and make sure I look good even if I am not leaving the house or anything...but still.

Anyway I shower and do my thing and when I am out I hear the cell phone ringing, which is odd, because no one has that number, I glance at the caller id and I don't recognize the number, so I ignore it.

but, my ocd kicks in and I need to know who called, luckily there is a voice mail, it is someone calling regarding my bubs, basically it says not in exact terms "We are calling for your bubs, we need to know the name of his doctor in the ER that treated him for his injury, please call blah blah".

um what....

my bubs, work injury, my bubs.....aaaaaaaaggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!!!

this is when I try not to panic, he is a chef, most likely he cut himself, or burned himself, or something.

But then my mind wanders, why didn't he call me, rationally I know it is because he knows I would worry myself sick.

so I wait, and wait...I am near panic, I decide to turn on the tv (which I never do when I am working) I see the news, I see foortage of the massacre in Virginia, and I am floored with how quickly things can change, and how fast things are taken from you.

This makes my panic worse, and I turn off the tv. As I am reaching for the phone to call the cell phone of our friend Clem who works in the restaurant.....the phone rings.

It's my bubs, and he is "fine"

you see he cut his thumb, quite badly, in his words he said "almost off", well it is not quite that bad....but it did require a million stitches.

He is home with me today which is wonderful, yet his pain is really bad, and he can;t play his guitar so there seems to be a bit of a loss and sadness behind his eyes...or that could be the pain, which I can;t imagine...as he is dealing with it all without the pain pills, which I would be eating like Pez Candies if I were him.

But he is stronger than me.

I know he is worried about the loss of work for a day or more, as the money situation is not good, I pondered the idea of having a "Bubs Cut his thumb all to hell, Sale" in my shop, but I think that would be in bad taste, yes it would be bad.

right?

So now it is early in the morning and he has been up most of the night, as have I, because you see, I can't sleep very well without him next to me...yes, I have turned into one of "those" people.

sigh....

so today I am showing a bunch of the cards I worked on yesterday, I am listing more today as well as working on a few other pieces!!

I was trying to think of a "theme" for tomorrows letters to celebrities day, as last week the themed up letters were great.

I was going to do authors, but now I am not so sure I was thinking what if we all picked the same celebrity...and all wrote to them....

But I don't know....so let's just keep the theme open tomorrow...write to whoever they can be dead or alive, it makes no difference.

until next time

xoxo