What A Fine Mess This Is

Not the collage. A small warm up exercise I used to do before starting to work on fabric projects. Loosened my creative muscles. A "no worries" piece that no one would be seeing. I usually had a stack of fusible batting pieces ready to go and the ever present stuff in the scraps basket. I would set the kitchen timer for fifteen or twenty minutes (depending on how long I had been away from the studio) and begin piling things up and removing them. Then I would stitch. Amazing what you can make in that short time.

No. The "Fine Mess" is what I am now faced with after "The Interview". A choice. Readers, you know I don't do well with choices. I do better with "take it or leave it" or which of these things do you dislike most. But here we have a true dilemma. ( and I had to look up the spelling of dilemma) I can drive further, work longer, be in the company of healthier and more varied plant material and be paid more. Or I can stay where I am and regularly bitch and moan about where I am. The commute is faster. Fewer hours. Less dog issues. In any case, the dog will have day care. I tend to worry about Riley's day more than mine.

I don't like to drive. I've always limited myself to working within the parameters of the shortest driving distance. So I have had to "settle" for jobs where I have had to make the best of whatever situation I find myself in. So, driving. But, not winter driving. I won't be working in the winter.

And, if I choose this new opportunity, I have a second choice. Working inside (sales, inventory, displays) or outside with plant tables set up on asphalt in the sun. (the tables where I work now are on gravel, plus the new is inland and we get the afternoon sea breezes where I work now). My husband, who notices these things, says it will be very hot outside on asphalt. Once I choose "outside" then I am outside. And once I choose "sales" I am "sales". At the new place.

The interviewer gave lots of details of the inside job and I was left with a strong impression that that was where she wanted me to be. I mentioned enjoying the outdoors. Which is what I love about the job I have, along with my coworkers. Freedom to walk outside. Be alone with the plants. Putter.

Yesterday, we got to the Freeport Cafe too late. They closed before we could eat. I was so disappointed. I had skipped breakfast in order to have my blueberry pancakes and eggs. We ate somewhere else and it was okay, but not good. I remained "pissy" into the evening. Then I read my book, watched Survivor, and read my book again until midnight. Very good book.

I've had breakfast. Posted to my blog. Will be taking a shower and getting dressed for work. Two work days this week. G dropped Riley off at day care early this morning. I'll pick him up. I have my Seed class notes to copy and the handout to copy and staple.

Oh, I went into my eyeglasses shop to have my frames adjusted (again) yesterday and since I have a new prescription from August, still in my wallet, I looked for new frames. Again. Turned out all the ones I wanted were too shallow for trifocals. We did find one that would work. One. And they were nice, modern. Expensive. So I picked that frame. Took all of five minutes. See. Take it or leave it. Then I can choose.