We really didn't do much today. Played some Mahjong and went to the casino for a couple of hours. Then just came home and watched a little tv. Now I am just catching up on my e-mails and sites I go to. It was so good to have a weekend that wasn't busy. Back to work tomorrow. Lucky that I like my job, wouldn't you say?
I have been planning out patterns for the upper hallway floor in the Bellingham dollhouse. I want to get it just right. Not quite there yet, but close. I have been so lazy lately. Gertie is going to kick my butt yet if I don't start working on her house soon. She is leaning on the speaker glaring at me as I type. I still have to do something with her hair. It is pretty wild. Which reminds me that mine is no better. I have been letting it grow out as I just don't know what I want to do with it. Maybe I will just get a perm for now.
I got my American Miniaturist magazine the other day and picked up the Miniature Collector magazine. Read them both once already. Now to go back and write down any ideas that caught my eye. The magazines and the forums I go on have really taught me alot about miniatures. I know that I have come a long way from the first dollhouse that I worked on. But isn't that the way with everything.... The more you do something the better you get. Well sometimes no matter how many times you try it doesn't get better. lol. But isn't it better to try then not to try and always wonder.
I really have been lost in thoughts lately. This usually happens when winter is here and there isn't as much to do outside.
I will leave here now and leave you this poem that I like.
If ' - by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools