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Distracted

The Summer had started off rough anyway. We lost my Father-in-law right before Summer vacation kicked in. And the day after his funeral, I was attending a conference and had the beginnings of a cold destined to become my fourth sinus infection of the year. Did I say rough?

And when I heard Mercury was going to be in retrograde, did I heed the warnings? Heck no because I have no idea whatsoever what that means or how it would affect me even if I did. And as I barreled ever forward, something would go terribly horribly wrong. Being distracted became my distraction and my living hell.

#Mums and #vintagelinens From Distracted on Shalavee.com

Several weeks ago, the next season of Summer started which meant new routines. As there’s no real schedule to follow but meals still need to happen and kids need exercise and entertaining, I began the hustle. And just when the first scheduled/paid-for Summer activity for the boy began, Mark notified me that we had a flea infestation in the garage. Our indoor for the Winter/outdoor for the Summer cat had left a “situation” to deal with.

I was compelled to begin the vacuuming immediately. I spent great deals of physical and mental energy worrying about this sudden problem. We tried various bombs and I used all my free time vacuuming. And that’s when everything else went awry. Because you only have so much energy and daily brain space available. And if you use it to worry and deal with bugs, other stuff gets forgotten.

#Mums and #vintagelinens From Distracted on Shalavee.com

A grocery list of stresses began to pile upon my once capable head.

The truck got stuck in 4 wheel drive and I thought it was broken.

I drove away from the gas pump with the nozzle still inserted into my tank.

My hip acts up/aches every now and again and chose now to do that again.

A week after I’d written out all the bills, Mark found them in the truck console un-mailed during a holiday weekend. They would have been on time had I not hidden them ??!!

I also had run out of checks and not reordered them.

A gigantic chunk of the dying sycamore fell on our retaining wall.

And the sump pump broke.

And Eamon went back to soccer camp and befell another year of “this is your first sunburn”, followed by an allergic reaction to the sunscreen.

#Mums and #vintagelinens From Distracted on Shalavee.com

My Virgo self was fighting hard not to have an existential crisis. I wrote little blurbs on Facebook. I listed all the credit card accounts that would need to be contacted. We got a professional bug man to cover the garage with a chemical lake. … And then we found more fleas in the basement.

I needed to go to the bank and get some stunt checks to write two more bills away. And I knew that Miss Nancy at the bank had the same birthday as me. I’d ask her if she was having that kinda week or two too. She looked at me in that kinda “how did you know” look and she confirmed that her last week had been so bad that when the doors were locked at three on Friday, she’d broken down. And I thanked her for sharing that with me. I felt better.

#sunflower and #vintagelinens From Distracted on Shalavee.com

The moral to the story? A story that just keeps going and going day after day. (Because today my husband drove my kid to camp only to discover that I’d written the dates wrong on all the calendars and that camp is next week!) Keep going. Sometimes you are at a deficit and sometimes you have bounty. Sometimes it’s two steps back and one step forward. And sometimes it’s two steps forward and one step back.

If you calculated the average, you’d get life. And I’m alive so I’m not going to complain. Today.

This post from last June entitled Sometimes is a good one to read right about now.

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

Facebook Shennanigans : Address Change

As with all computer activities, Facebook has become annoying and necessary. A really good read was my piece called My Face about my initiation by fire into the realms of Facebook. I am more in touch with so many people and find many read my work there. My Shalavee FB address was a really long string of letters and numbers. Once you have 25 followers, you are allowed to change the address to actual words. Except Shalavee or Shalavee.com wasn’t available. Seems there’s someone else on Facebook with this name? Slalavee Oneofakind Smith lives in Florida. The only reason my blog is even called Shalavee is because a French restaurant in some vacation spot in Harrogate, England had grabbed Chez La Vie. So in the end, I chose my Facebook page address as Shalagh blogs at Shalavee or ShalaghblogsatShalavee. So anyway.

Flowers in the kitchen from Shalavee.com

While I don’t seem to have come face to face with as many of the problems as my friend Jane has using Facebook, I remained perplexed about how I could see my liked pages in my feed. I feel lame if I forget to check in on other bloggers’ pages. I recently read something that suggested making your own lists of the pages you like on the left column of your home page. Do unto others. But this technological stuff will be the death of me. I can see why you don’t want to even muddle your brain with this stuff dear reader. I know who you are.

Kitchen attack from Shalavee.com

If you haven’t liked me on the Shalavee Facebook page, would you please do so? I am publishing 3 times weekly, Monday, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Guarantee you’ll not miss my posts by subscribing and have them sent to your mailbox. I adore watching the subscriber number go up.  When I first drafted this post in March, it was only 58. After a recent beg-athon, it rose to 79 ! Would that it would just go to 80.

Again, thanks to all y’all that made that number climb. And as always, I am eternally grateful for you being here.

If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your emailbox. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional Intouchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thank you for your visit. My wee fairy friends that live in the hollow tree in my back yard told me to tell you they will move to your house and keep an eye on you.

My Decorating Style

When we moved into this house, I wanted to change everything. And I almost did. I randomly and creatively reformed this old house into an artist’s house. It’s something I just do. I Hardly ever buy newly msde stuff. No way. I must have unique homemade and thrifted stuff. And use it in a totally new way.That’s me.

mantle in the living room from my decorating style on SHALAVEE.COM

I am a little short fused when it comes to going all the way on a project. I’ll try to take shortcuts to get the results I want to see immediately. And that doesn’t always work well. But the spontaneity was always there. And I created a style. Until I stopped.

As I was happily styling something today, it occurred to me why I stopped making the effort to decorate. Because I was never going to do my stuff as perfectly as those perfecty perfect people on design shows and magazines. My stuff just isn’t professional enough. My apples to their oranges.

My kitchen from my decorating style on SHALAVEE.COM

But today, I decided to give myself the credit back. What I do is art. I live artfully. And because of that, there are no rules. And although I’d never make it as an interior designer for my sloppy short cuts, I think a lot of designers could probably use a little artist in their souls to loosen them up.

I desperately need to have the permission to play with my house again. There are so many unfinished areas that I have passed my irritated with it all phase and have moved into my “disgusted give up never going to happen hopeless” phase. I need hope again. I am trapped in my small world and need to be happier with it.

My dining room from my decorating style on SHALAVEE.COM

I know everyone enjoys seeing the house, even in its current state of horrors, so I am going to open my mind up to some possibilities and some risks. I have decided to do another house walk through soon. A real live video containing me walking and talking. Risk is good and it also gives me something to work toward. I know I didn’t come through with the baby’s room yet but this is different I promise.

Thanks for putting up with me. See you soon. Or you’ll see me soon.

 

If you enjoyed what you read, subscribe, via the subscription box in the sidebar, to my thrice weekly posts via your email box. And visit me on Instagram to see my daily pictures, friend me or like my page on Facebook. Or come find me on Twitter or Pinterest too. I am always practicing Intentional In-touchness so chat at me please. I live for conversations.

And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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