Christmas Happens

I am a hot-HOT mess during the holiday season.  Every year this is so.  I do not adorn my house in lights.  I do not put up any trees or tinsel.  i do not even send out cards anymore. I am just not good at what has become “Christmas”.  Trying to find the energy to go to work every day, when every moment of your free time becomes – shopping, baking, wrapping, frosting, traveling, coordinating, buying, cleaning, planning, rushing, organizing, mailing, cooking, standing in obnoxious lines… I long to simplify this madness.

I am not saying there is anything wrong with the madness.  I am just simply not good at it, I can’t seem to find the energy for it, and I have not figured out how to not go into debt more and more every single year because of it.  I know it is not healthy when I start worrying about it in August, only to become paralyzed from about November 15th straight through until January 1st, just before the New England winter really starts to suck and I start to stress out about tax season. (-:

Regardless of my obvious aversion to this red-green-and-glitter covered-money-making-machine mania we call Christmas, I am blessed beyond words.  Much of my trouble keeping up during this season, is self-induced drama, stemming from procrastination, poor planning, laziness, and forgetfulness. Looking through my photos today, i realized i am easily distracted… by the most ridiculous things.  It is a wonder I get anything done.  I tend to fall in love with the most random moments… i want to draw them, i want to write a poem about them, I want to take photos of them.

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In between my hot flashes in the mall…are the fantastic surprises, delicious food, family gatherings, and sweet moments.  This is the only way i know how to even slightly express my gratitude to the universe…

e.j.l. xo

Brooklyn Flea – Check!

so i never did write about my afternoon at the Brooklyn Flea, did i?

I’m not one to create a bucket list, but if i had one, this would be on it… several times.  If you read “Big Lights…” you heard that i spent a lovely weekend in NYC a few months back with some of my dearest loved ones.  During our jam-packed fun-filled weekend, these people were sweet enough to spend a few hours with me, weaving through countless rows of humble, hand made treasures & forlorn, unwanted stuff, begging for someone to love them… give them new life, a hip home.  I have fantasized about spending time at the The Flea ever since i saw a TV story about the two guys who started it, and the people who pursue their creative, entrepreneurial dreams there.  I really couldn’t believe i was at The Brooklyn Fleeeeeeea!!!  I tried to document how happy i felt to be there.

Although i love my tiny home in the suburbs, i long to walk out my front door and find something unexpected around ever corner for miles and miles, in every direction.  Colorful people, interesting architecture, giant art…So much to enjoy and take photos of.  Maybe if the Brooklyn Flea was in my backyard, I would not see the magic that is there, behind rusted chain link fences… the weathered objects modestly posing for passers by, the humming voices of friends and strangers, the delicious smells and warm sunshine. My only wish about that day is that i had some cash to burn… maybe next time.  This time i was happy to stroll through with my point-n-shoot, and take in the invigorating energy that i was surrounded by.  This was a good day… made even better by the Ample Hills ice-cream.

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If I did have a bucket list, it would not be filled with sky diving adventures, extreme mountain climbing or triathlons.  This is just not me.

It would, however, be filled with the most colorful places, and the most creative friendly faces.  And i would find a way to include lots of cupcakes and ice-cream.

Have a good day… a really good day.

e.j.l. xo

What would be on your list?  Have you done anything on it yet?

http://www.brooklynflea.com/

http://www.inc.com/articles/201105/small-business-success-stories-brooklyn-flea.html

http://amplehills.com/