It has been a busy busy weekend. As you can tell from the pic of my studio aka dining room table. I've got a custom card and tags order in the works, alongside Aunt B's birthday present which I'm quite pleased with and looking forward to offering in my Etsy shop as well.

This is an altered Altoids tin decoupaged with some amazing Martha Stewart design archival papers and a genuine vintage chocolate candy label. Inside, there are four wooden magnets decoupaged with the mugs of Aunt B's favorite chocolate sweeties; Jay-Z, British actor Eamonn Walker, Mekhi Phifer and the magical Mr. Morris Chestnut!

She's gonna be thrilled with her fat free eye candy! I've got my suspicions that Aunt B is not the only Choco-holic and will offer this item for sale for a limited time in my Etsy shop, Looneybird Moonmaiden. (See link below)For $12.00 USD you will receive your very own altered assorted chocolates tin with the 4 sexual chocolates of your choice! Men have bars/strip clubs, magazines and construction sites-let the ladies have their chocolate!

What else is brewing? Pretty In Peace business is picking up! I had another order this weekend. The Pod ring had been garnering rave reviews in-house and on many wishlists, but no takers until Friday evening-when a stylish Texan hit Add To Cart! Another limited edition design. The components for the Pod ring were a shot in te dark. The idea just kinda came to me while watching Forensic Files one night. I jumped up and started rummaging through my supplies and there it was, the prototype for one of my favorite and most viewed items. The Helianthus ring also went to a new home this Friday. Another subtle but uber-stylish piece from the LIVE collection at Pretty In Peace. I think buyers shy away from costume pieces, because they aren't "real". Real shmiel, your lips aren't really glossy and your eyelashes if they are yours aren't that long or thick and luxurious and let me not even start on The Cat! For those of you outside of the committee, The Cat arrived courtesy of an old co-worker who never left home without it, her hair weave of course (or her unsightly baseball cap between visits to the Pet Shop). A nice purebred cat can run you hundreds of dollars-face it you don't always have that kind of money! But, for way less you can add a little mmmph, raise your cheekbones and put a smile on your face with a Pretty In Peace limited, "every damn body doesn't have it" design! Yes? Of course.

Make a statement before someone else does. Pretty In Peace was just contacted by a growing teen magazine with a new products and business information feature request for their Design section! Squeals! I'm totally psyched, and even if Pretty In Peace doesn't make the final cut, there are 30,000 sellers on Etsy-I was still one of the chosen few. I was schlepping for the evil Blue Octagon just 90 days ago, in cubicle purgatory-and now I'm an up and coming feel good accessories designer. Go me! Here's to a good week after I get some much needed sleep!

I just spent an entire hour, 60 precious minutes engaging in the most frivolous insanity-reruns of Martin, with Martin Lawrence. My goodness the insanity! It was like a train wreck, I was trying to work on promoting the shop and getting my orders ready to ship tomorrow, but alas-I sat here hypnotized by the foolishness. She-nay-nay...I know someone that is sadly very much akin to the stupidity that is She-nay-nay. I have this evil smile as I type because without looking at the TV I can only envision her. In some odd twist of neurotransmission, I have linked her to She-nay-nay like odor and feces. Hilarious! Well, for me it is-for her shameful! Damn that Jordan, he put in on and then pursuant to a bout with MySpace induced Alzheimer's never returned to the living-room to see it! (Now Good Times is coming on-and I don't wanna hear James Evan' s complaining about how broke he is because in just 8 or so hours I'll hear my own overworked husband's version of the same spiel! And that Florida is just too hard on the late night eyes!)

I just wire wrapped the coolest bean-shaped wood piece for a ring design. I'm watching the bond set now and I'm loving it. It is so tempting to just put everything on at once. I'd get so much more promoting done if I were still in NYC, but I seldom get dressed these days much less accessorize. I think tomorrow I'm gonna beat the face, burn the hair and take some self-love pics. Yael inspired me. Every so often she will (Jordan reappears to announce his adoration of Thelma from Good Times, he's got a TV crush in every show...wonder who he gets that from?! Hmmm...) don some of her dressier duds, some war-paint and a pair of my shoes that hurt my feet and traipse about the house in character. I think it is the healthiest thing in the world, and if I had more free time-I'd join her.

I'm proud of how confident she is, I hope it lasts! Confidence is like full immunity for all of the stupidity that young girls and women will encounter in this society. Confident girls don't put out for the wrong reasons. Now there is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting someone to pet your kitty. BUT, if you're looking for love or security or safety, like it' some magic wand-trust me you will quickly find the Fairy Godmother has the letters PhD as a suffix. Confident girls don't succumb to peer pressure as easily. I keenly remember, "Hey you want to go to X's house instead of school today?" Me-"Nah I'll stop by though during lunch." X still lives in the same place, doing the same thing as when the high school hooky parties' were happening. Confident girls have a walk, a talk, a je ne sais quoi. Confident girls work the room not the wall, if you don't see her, she isn't there. My mother hasn't always been available or made the best decisions, but I know who I am is everything I want to be and where I am is everywhere I want to be and where I'm going is everywhere I want to go-and no less.

Teaching my own children has awakened in me the lessons I never knew I was learning or consciously teaching for that matter. I'm grateful and proud all at the same time. So tomorrow, in celebration- I'm gonna play dress-up and model this amazing wire wrapped wooden bean shaped ring! I'm so craaaaaaaaazy!

Your Animal Personality

Your Power Animal: Shark

Animal You Were in a Past Life: Polar Bear

You have a strong character - you are an aggressive, ambitious, go-getter.
You were born to lead.

The Animal Personality Test

Not a Jealous Bone in Your Body

You're secure, trusting, and giving with friends and lovers And while you may have been hurt before, you've bounced back You're generally happy with your life - and no one's grass is greener than yours One word of caution: some may see your lack of jealousy as indifference!

Are You A Jealous Woman?

Are you jealous?! It is the Point to Ponder du Jour here at the Honey House. ( I bet you like that!) Seriously, it has been a green, "Capital G R'a E-E-N week round these here parts! Ridiculous the shit I've witnessed and experienced. So, you all know by now (or maybe not or are pretending or otherwise refusing not to know) that I am part of a wond...well community of artists/artisans/craftsters etc. on Etsy.com. It has lately been a den of backbiting, sniping snarky eNazis. Given the person that seems to be involved albeit unaffected by all of the goings on can be self righteous presumptuous, pompous, whiny emotionally draining and more. But we are adults people this is how we make the money (well not yet, but you know what I mean) Well, they've gone and done it and some users/buyers/sellers have actually been banned from the site. Banned, like you can not log in and play anymore. An "eBan" Now, that is heavy. I digress, sorry. So basically because I reside in my own selfish, competitive, business-oriented mind when I'm on the site have missed a great deal of the bitching. Well, today I caught up and as much as I really don't like the girl...yeah she's a friggin' pain in the crack of many asses-the manner in which the whole thing went down wreaks of jealousy! So what, she is successful at her craft! She is not a likable person. I personally would not buy from her because I am big on receiving only positive energies at this point in my life. Hell, I can dredge up enough angry, ugly vibes on my own.

Anyway, and I totally don't talk to any of my committee about the community because (and this is the second part of my rant) they aren't interested! Why aren't they interested-well it was made perfectly clear to me by none other than a member of the Royal Family (girls are in the committee, boys are royalty, take notes) they are jealous! Jealous?! Who wants to homeschool, manage the house, sweep, mop, dust and vacuum ad nauseaum and make shit to sell for fun-apparently me and I've found so much joy and relaxation and peace doing it that folks are perturbed. Tsk, yeah-my brows are a-wrinkle as well. I was under the impression that everyone wanted to be out at the club making a shout-out to their third baby daddy up in Cell Block C-shame on me, I have been misinformed.

It really really isn't about being happy for me as much as it is being happy with me. As Fat Fannie Annie puts it, "[I] don't have no hate for no-one". Hell, if you have three baby daddies', "Variety is the spice of life". If you are at the club three times a week, "Put a wiggle in it for me". So I ask, "Why then can't I get a little eclectic love thrown my way"? Take the quiz folks, take the quiz.

I'm awake and bored out of my gourd. I just heard the Kim Possible theme song sung in Spanish! Very funny, "Keem Po-see-blay"...now it's gonna be stuck in my head whenever the English version comes on I'll be the only idiota encantar en el spanol! Aye dios mio.

So I had a quiet weekend, I did some deep cleaning. The husband hinted that I was slacking in my uh...duties. Laughs I knew it needed to be done, I guess I was just hoping I didn't need to do it! At any rate, it's done now and alas the husband and the kids can tear it all up again. And, it's not that I'm not guilty as well, but heck if I'm the one that inevitably cleans it-what does it matter, true?

I'm so psyched about Pretty In Peace, but unlike my Love. Paper. Scissors. shop, I really have to tread lightly because I'm working with sterling silver and gemstones. There really is no room for error. Not on my budget as it stands right now. It is essential that I really map out the design and think through the logistics of it before I set out on the actual design. I enjoy that part though-it keeps me hemispherically balanced.

I traded on the Etsy site for the first time late last week with another artist that enjoys my shop. I traded my altered birthday tin for a set of gorgeous denim and floral cloth beaded coasters. They match perfectly with the federal blue suede in the living room. (Faux suede-I'm a conservationist/pacifist...Please do not confuse conservationist with conservative-that, I am not.) Oh and I signed up for Peace Swap 4! It is an artist collaborative, worldwide-where the participants design a piece of Peace themed art specifically for the fellow artist that they are assigned. I plan to blog the whole process in photographic detail. I'm excited and anxious. I don't consider myself a visual artist so this is a bit of a challenge. I am creative, but my artistic talent, or rather my forte is in my use of words. What makes my crafts and jewelry sell is the fact that I am a creative perfectionist-I don't know (and I may be totally off the mark here) that that constitutes art. I've always felt that "artist" is a given term whether you are active or not, like being a woman. There is a way that the visual artist sees and thinks that is different from the intellectual or even the musician. Well, anyway I'm participating in that.

I had an odd encounter on the forums today, and I'm grateful that it ended where it did, because I've been really working on peaceful coexistence with the Etsy community. There are a few people there that I can only refer to as "iThugs" or "eGangsters". They are cowards that hide behind their monitors and spew venom that they would be afraid to even think in the real world. I keep a running list of them, I don't shop their stores and I avoid them like pork in the forums. So today, of all the topics some asshole gets a hideous hump in her back in a Vegan thread. Yes, the irony. She bit my head off in the Vegan thread. I simply directed someone who stated that they were 70lbs overweight and thinking of becoming vegan from being an omnivore to consult a physician and take it slow. Well iThug goes on a rant about how you can get "real info from the Internet and why ask a doctor they don't know anything about nutrition." So, I'm like okkkkkkk, Internet, nutritionist, doctor whatever just consult someone and take it slow because the detox period can be daunting. To which iThug exclaims, "Nonsense!" But then, doesn't elaborate when I asked specifically what was nonsensical about what I'd just said. Y'know people are fucking ridiculous sometimes. I read shit everyday that I don't agree with and that doesn't make it nonsense. But whatever-that was my encounter with the eCannibal in the Vegan thread. Perhaps she needed a burger?

Today started off a little bumpy but, once again-I got it in gear. It isn't the best of times where money is concerned, and while my mind says yammer, my heart says yield. (That just reminded me of R. Kelly, I think...who is the guy whose mind is telling him "no" "but [his] body [his] body is telling [him] ye-e-essssss?!" Well, him!) Yael just came in to scare me-if she only knew she marches through here like a college band!

Anyway, so back at the ranch-someone hit our car, gas is high, produce is high-(as a result of the gas prices). We live on produce and carbs as vegetarians...our teenager wants to dress like a superstar on a super-"MOM" budget, and so on and so on. It bugs me because my favorite guy is bothered, but in all actuality-I am content. I never had dreams of riches or stardom or fame. I am happy with the simplest of things. They are my personal luxuries. Completely free of any catalyst, Yael says to me-while facing the TV and watching the acclaimed SpongeBob, "Hey, I love you" with the kind of sincerity that only leaps from the lips of a child. Hell, I'm loaded. Everything is alright, outta sight with me. Sure, I could use more money-but would I trade what I have? Never.

I listed some more pieces in my jewelry shop today. I feel like Pretty In Peace is one of the brighter reflections of who I am on the inside. It is nice to have an outlet for the parts of me that for which "real world" is not ready. I shared an interesting moment with Joe this evening regarding my shop. I told him that my fan base was surprisingly not tantamount to my friend base, and he looked at me quizzically but not for the reasons you might think. He, (as a result of many many years pursuing and persevering an artist's life) knew better than to think any differently. In an odd way, I have always envied his knack for successfully tackling all that is grey in a land of black and white. Strange but stunning, traumatic but true; the lessons we learn on this journey, huh? In the end, it'll all work itself out-and if It doesn't well, it isn't the end. (Thanks, Jaybo!)

Please view some of the pieces I listed this evening, and lastly; one of the pieces I sold. Thank you, for supporting me or not, there is something to be learned from everyone/everything. Namaste.