Eclipse Bliss

Although I had seen a solar eclipse before in my life through a pin hole in a shoe box, I can honestly say that today’s celestial show was out of this world.  With only moments to THE MOMENT… we stood in a huddle under the porch and watched the tsunami from the shingles.   Solar spectacles at the ready and Moon pies in hand, we waited in vigil for the sky to go black.   As if some heavenly favor had been granted, the sun gave a final burst and we ran into the vortex to see the moon show the world just who was boss today.

I hope all of you Red Shoe Lifers made it happen.  I am so glad I did.

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Red Shoe Life Cookin’ with Cassie Bergeron

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Talk about WILD WOMEN!!!  Our cooking segment today features one of the most outrageously funny people I know.  We filmed in Cassie’s kitchen, which was filled amazing art and quirky knick-knacks which she designs herself and we had a ball!  I hope you enjoy the recipe, and remember that this was my first attempt at making a movie, and well guys, the entire time we were filming, we were “sampling” the Mason Jar Margaritas…  so there is no tellin’ what went into these tacos, but DAMN, they were delicioso!

The recipe is very simple and can be doctored up with just about any low carb topping, but the secret to these beauties is that instead of using a flour tortilla, the shell is made of baked cheese.   The cheese rounds are then cooled on a rack where it then forms a terrifico tac-fico!

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Locked Up

Jail For many reasons, my creative side has been held hostage for some time now and I have been allowing stress to get the better of me.  I used to have the wildest ideas for parties and events while I slept, but even that has been a roller coaster of insomnia and restless nights.  Being creative is one of my best qualities and I just don’t feel like myself unless I have something arts and crafty going on.

As you know, I try to follow my own advice, so when things started to fall apart, I had to shake it up… try something else.   I just couldn’t stand how “oatmeal” things had become and I knew I had to make some changes.  As I have a million creative paths to choose, and being my typical self I was in a tizzy trying to figure out which way to go….Music? Art? Dance? Maybe I could put paint on the floor and make a mural with my feet while I Tango??

Finally, I decided to start small and bust out of my creative cell by grabbing a bunch of paint and cardboard and created a Wild West Jail.  I then devised a plan to arrest our beloved Maintanence Tech., Baby Face James, and set up a Bail Bond table where we managed to raise almost $500 for Alzheimer’s Disease in only 30 minutes.  Ahhhh…It felt good.  I hadn’t painted anything in a long while, and it really was so much fun.  It’s good to be back.

Red Shoe Lifers… get back to what you love to do most.  Grab your stuff, create a plan and make it happen, even if you have to call in the “Wack’tivity Posse” to post your Bail.  It doesn’t have to be big or perfect. Just start.  It feels so good to be free!

Wrap ‘Em Up!

As the Woman vs Wild house projects continue, I am starting to wonder if there is an end in sight.  Some of you know that I have been working on some major construction as well as my organizational flaws for some time now, and despite tantrums, threats and chaining myself to some equipment, I’ll be a damned if I can get these jack-wagons to do a lick of work.  Ah…. but I digress…

So, since it was raining today, and I have mostly finished the closet of Narnia, I decided to change tactics.  The closet of Narnia, as well as some other areas that I have been using a wrecking ball on, have some serious issues that prevent me from finishing my mission.  The problem is that there are things in these places that belong to people in my family other than myself, and therefore, there is a waiting period before final demolition!  After weighing with the temptation to play with my new YouTube Channel, I decided that today’s project would involve the deep dark abyss of my personal clothes closet.

This closet is in the oldest part of the house and is shaped like a wedge of cheddar.  There are racks behind racks and somewhere in the pointiest part, there are shelves from the 1920’s.  I tend to think that if you don’t look at it, it therefore does not exist, but Carpe Diem!

There are a million BLOG posts from this experience, some of which involve spiderwebs, but today I chose to write about wrapping paper.  Rolls and rolls of this expensive stuff shoved in the “way back” behind my third sewing machine and a Winnie the Pooh bean bag chair that hasn’t been used in almost two decades.   Hidden so deep only the bravest of night creatures could find them…. probably purchased from one of my kids to keep them from panhandling paper goods for the PTA on the street corners of Germantown .

Although I think a beautifully wrapped gift is something I would love to give, the truth is, I haven’t wrapped a gift since they invented the party bag.   Long gone are the days of my six kids being invited to dozens of birthday free-for-alls and the days of tearing through mountains of wrappings on Christmas morning.   How many  Friday nights did I searched for that perfect shade of Ninja Turtle green paper only to be “shredded” on Saturday morning, and OMG, let’s not forget the year I made my own wrapping paper and my mother-in-law offered to give me money for the “REAL” kind…  (Thanks a lot Martha Stewart!)

The logical thing to do here would be to throw it all away…..   ah but this is ME the hoarder we are talking about.  Tossing them would show a lack of creativity while taking the easy way out.  Where is the excitement in that? After long consideration (and this is how I got in this situation to begin with)  I have decided that instead of a grand heave-ho,  I will make it a challenge…..  *evil laugh*  Muuuuhaaaaa!

One of the facets of my Red Shoe Life Transformation has been about trying to get better at relationships and simultaneously gutting my house.  So, my challenge will be to pick out crap from around my house, decorate it all pretty, and give it to my friends and other unsuspecting victims.  Problem solved!  Now I don’t have to worry about what to do with all of my fondue sets and boxes of pink spongy curlers….  I’ll just wrap ’em up!

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