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Evening In Muskie Bay

I’m certainly not a film maker but I wanted to try my hand at uploading a video of my own making nonetheless.

Picture it. Muskie Bay, 2012. One of many small bays in a relatively small lake set in the middle of Wisconsin. The sun has gone down and the wetland music begins. In the background we hear the motor of Whitie going off for an evening of fishing on the other side of the lake. The silence of a peaceful respite is anything but silent, but calming just the same.

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My blog is kind of a life-behind-the-scenes-of-a-craft-biz sort of blog. Isn’t it? Well, sort of. One thing I know for sure, it isn’t a Dr.-Phil-Fix-Your-Relationship blog. However, today I offer some relationship insight. Not from me, but from someone who really knows his stuff.

It’s also a little treat for the person I’ve built a relationship with, Husby. Today he turns…a year older. He may not need the relationship insights (after all I’ve been “teaching” him for nearly sixteen years) but he can always used a laugh.

Happy Birthday, Husby! You’re both handy and handsome!

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The weekend is upon us once again and I have the feeling it’s going to be a good one. Husby and I got a message from God when we heard American Woman and Stranglehold within ten minutes of each other on the radio. I took it as a sign that this is the weekend to cut loose and act crazy. Throw responsibilities to the wind, just for a couple of days, and feel like you did when you were young and free.

Rock on, my friends.

Click the pic and crank the volume

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More and more I am embracing the sentiment “you can’t have it all.”  Because it’s true, you can’t.  You can’t have it all and you can’t be it all.  And when I say you I mean me.

I’ve been spoiled with time and freedom in my life.  I don’t have a multitude of obligations, I don’t have kids, I have a day job that requires no more than forty hours a week, and I have a husband who is fine with my doing pretty much whatever I want, provided I afford him that same luxury.  When I started Auntie B’s Wax I was free to spend as much or as little time with it as I wanted.

Then came my fascination with blogs.  I was reading The Pioneer Woman before she was famous.  I’m so thrilled with Jenny and her newly published book I want to take her out for a celebratory drink even though I’ve never met the woman.  Donna and her funky junk makes me want to live a completely different lifestyle, as does Corey in France.  The more I grew my business and the more I read blogs the more I realized I must be doing something wrong.

How do they do it?  Those bloggy women are running their businesses, they’re raising families, they present a blog post every day and they all appear to be clean and well-groomed individuals.  (It’s no accident I don’t post my picture on this blog.)

Here’s the thing.  If I hit the homekeeping chores in a way that satisfies me the business suffers.  If I concentrate on the business (which includes keeping my Etsy shop up to date, getting inventory ready for live shows, keeping consignment stores stocked, doing the paperwork, and actually making things to sell), as well as putting out a blog post every day, my house turns into a nasty abode unfit for any creature, human or not.

I don’t have a point with all of this, really.  I’ve just stopped by to say, hello, but I must be going now.  Off to dust off the credenza.  Off to unmold the candles.  Off to make a meal of comfort food.  Off to bead some drink charms.  Even though I know it will never happen, I want to be one of those women who can do it all.  Or at least appear so from your computer screen.

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I remember years ago when I was in high school how my dad would be so disgusted at my homework practices.  I usually had the stereo blaring (before the days of iPods) with records or radio.  He was certain I wasn’t giving my school work the concentration it needed.  I would laugh, of course, assuring him I could concentrate much better with my tunes.

Now that I’m older, older than my dad was when he lectured the importance of concentration and focus, I get it.  It seems I’ve developed a sensitivity to noise with my increasing age, especially artifical noise (natural noises like birds chirping or babbling brooks don’t count).  I don’t want to have music constantly streaming through my head.  I don’t want to have the TV on as background noise.  I go completely out of my mind with noises the building makes at my day job, and seriously, what’s with white noise?  It’s incessant and annoying.  I don’t mind hearing people talk to each other in person, but to have to hear someone talking on their cell phone makes me positively insane.  Sometimes I think I’m as bad as The Grinch when he complains about Christmas in Whoville with all the “noise noise noise noise!”

I wonder what it would be like to live with Harpo Marx.  He didn’t speak.  Nice and quiet, with a few exceptions of course.

When I’m home alone I usually don’t turn on music or TV for company.  I don’t sing or hum to myself.  I just enjoy the quiet ~ the quiet I can’t find anywhere else unless I’m completely alone.  The stillness is like a soft pillow, the silence like a downy quilt.  It’s cozy.  It’s quiet.

Of course this isn’t to say I don’t want anyone speaking to me, or amongst themselves.  I wouldn’t enjoy a world completely void of noise.  But every once in a while I’ll turn it all off, think of Harpo, and remember how silence is indeed golden.

Silence is Golden magnet ~ available in my shop. Just click on the picture.

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