Etsy anyone?

I've been trying to fulfill my mission to find A Capricious Perspective a cool Etsy shop so I can post another comment to her 100th Blog Giveaway. (If you haven't commented yourself to win her cute tote, go do it now! It's free. It's fabulous. It's fun. Plus, Capricious is preggers. Don't piss off the hormonal woman by not trying to win her fun tote. I won't hear the end of it! Go comment! She loves her comments like she loves her Starbucks Chai Lattes.) I really want to win, but more than anything, I want to impress Capricious with a fabulous find. I've searched Etsy. And searched. Typed in words in the search function I think would be of Capricious's liking. For over an hour. No luck. I know cool shops exists. I know a handful of them. Tell me, what are your favorite shops? How do you "shop" Etsy?

Creative genius

There's a certain bloggy person I know who really takes the cake in creative genius. She's busy all the time dreaming up projects, but unlike me, she actually carries them through—in like a day. (Trying not to be jealous here.) And now she's giving away part of that creative genius in the form of one of her stylishly funky and fun totes. Wanna new bag that makes people ask, "I love your tote! Where in the world did you get that?" Then click over to A Capricious Perspective's blog to get registered to win! She's giving away one tote to one lucky winner—I should know because I have one her of creations, and I love it. And not just because it happened to be designed by my sister. This is a completely unbiased review. You can find a link to the giveaway to the right by clicking that cute blog giveaway button.

Design note: If nothing else, admire the blog button I created for A Capricious Perspective's blog giveaway. Indeed, creative genius just might run in the family.

In need of inspiration

I'm supposed to be writing. And not in this favorite little space of mine. Real writing. For work. By day, I'm a magazine editor for Sound & Video Contractor (SVC), millimeter, and Digital Content Producer. I'll have been at this job for four years in July. In that time, I'm gone from strictly an editor to writing and becoming more involved with SVC's industry. Some days, I really love my job and how far I've come in my position. Some days, I really hate my job and wonder why I even want to write in the first place. I think it comes down to the fact that if I ever want to go to another job, I have something to show for it. Most editing position require that you write, which wasn't something my current job required. Now I know why: It's hard to find the time to write! Which is why I'm writing on my days off, trying to find some motivation and inspiration to write about the video and sound systems at a casino theater. If only I could make money laying around blogging all day. If only.

No more magazine subscriptions

I'm down to only having one magazine subscription—Yoga Journal. I love magazines. It also means I have a hard time getting rid of them when I'm through with them. What if I someday want to look back at them? Yesterday, I decided that the ones in my craft/guest bedroom haven't been looked at in months, so it was time to let go. I was really tempted to hold back a few issues. But I was strong. The only magazines I'm keeping in my archives are Yoga Journal. That's enough. I just need to remember that.

Ombama

Lululemon athletica's latest ad campaign cracked me up, and gave me a little hope. If only all our political heads would incorporate a little om into their lives...

Life lessons

It doesn't mean anything

Last night, I dreamed I had a baby. At one point, I'm fairly certain it was a girl, but in another part, it was a boy. Named Liam, which, in my dream, I was berating myself for naming my child that when my friend Amanda just named her cute little tyke Liam. Like I couldn't come up with a name on my own, even if it is a great name. The most disturbing part of the dream: I went shopping with my baby, and upon loading up the stroller, I realized that I couldn't hold the baby in my arms and load the stroller at the same time. The solution: to hang onto the baby with one hand by its arm! Two things I know for certain: I'm worried what kind of parent I'll turn out to be and I may be coming down with a baby itch, which I'm sure will only get more aggressive once I see my unborn niece in February and my other niece or nephew later that month. I just need to think of all the yoga and sleep I'll miss out on. That'll heal up the baby itch for a bit longer.