The dubious looking guardian angel knows
I'm still here.
Still navel gazing,
picking out lint, hoping for gold.
The silver lining in an etsy-stential crisis
is a return to what matters.
What gets that breeze up under the skirt.
Right now, I'd rather do the last three year's taxes
than turn up to another market stall.
It was delightful creating little softies,
they pracically made themselves,
and the market does have nutella crepes, after all.
But it's time to something else to enrich my inner self.
How easy is it to lose sight?
To be seduced by shiny images and glossy oooo....what's that?
I could kick myself.
I lost track.
Pinterest may be the new Lorelei on the Danube.
Singing mermaids that lure us
to murky momtrepeneurial doom.
The guardian angels, the teacups and my little softies will
be hauled out once more
A nutella crepe will be scoffed.
Drips licked from wrists.
But my heart will be nourishing itself
A new/old project.
Funny how life runs circular,
and long stored dusty skills pop out again into currency.
Of course I wont tell you yet.