Day Seventy-four: Deconstructed

So, it’s been a day. A day of undoing. Considering that I’m feeling a bit undone, it’s in keeping I think. I spent the better part of the day fretting about my bead investment, after realizing that I really don’t like the pendant quality. It feels clunky. And Mireio is a lot of things, but I’m hoping clunky isn’t one of them.

Which meant a decision to either abandon the project or wade deeper in— oh come on, y’all should know by now which path I took. I’m predictable on that front.

I found another solution. Or, at least a possible one. And promptly fell into a deep funk after paying for the supplies. Let’s just say the proto-types of this endeavor are not going to be a money making venture.

Of course if I’m conflicted and tortured about something, I don’t suffer alone. I’m sure there are days IZ wishes he didn’t work from home. I tormented him with my angst over coffee and he found me hours later in my funk feeling sorry for myself.

“But you felt this way when you started with buckwheat, and you felt this way when you went to the new glass for candles. You should really trust your instincts more.”

Yes, yes I should. I took the scissors to the necklaces, sorting out the reusable components and trying not to calculate my losses. Taking things apart is never as much fun as putting them together.

Speaking of which (and yes, that’s as much of a segue as you’re going to get, folks!) I’m in limbo with the Studio. The girls have been here most of the week and today I just couldn’t face it. So, hopefully tomorrow I’ll catch a painting groove and finish up the trim-work. I’m excited for the potential, but not very motivated to do the hard work.

That last sentence could totally be my epitaph. Just sayin’.

Meanwhile, my living room is completely undone. IZ has pulled apart the entertainment center and is in the process of upgrading (hello $500 a year savings thank you very much dish network) what I commonly refer to as  “Tonight’s Dinner Theater.”  It’s a mess. A deconstructed mess. Add it to the horror of my studio move and I’m feeling a bit untethered. There’s only one solution: retreat to the porch with something red and alcoholic.

I know, poor form right? But my go-to solution is chocolate and I can’t find any in this house. RUDE!

So, here I sit. I’m on the porch in windy 80 degree weather, blogging to you all. And feeling just a little undone.

IZ came out a few moments ago and tried to guess the ingredients of my drink. We played Master Chef. He failed and I asked him for his apron. If that sounds dirty, you’ve been drinking more than I have. But I’ll give you the recipe just the same.

Undone Day: A Deconstructed Pomegranate Martini

2 parts Vodka. Use the good stuff, life is too short to be drinking cheap ethanol.
2 parts Pom Juice
1/2 Fresh lime squeezed
1/2 part Simple syrup (I use Sugar Free Vanilla Syrup)

Shake your booty and mix with ice and then strain and pour into a mason jar. Because it’s a deconstructed Martini, not some swanky Cosmo wannabe at the Sky Bar.

I’m feeling better already.