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Let’s Hear it for the Boy?

Early this week, in order to stay on track for both Unique LA and the Rose Bowl,  I carefully laid out what I thought was a reasonable ToDo list.

The list broke things down into small, manageable steps.

My thinking was that I would get several things done each day while still having time for  a social life and getting outside to enjoy the fall weather.

….I haven’t left the house since Monday.

I am in serious need of a montage.  You know, where we see our hero (or heroine) accomplishing a buttload of activities while some peppy 80s song plays in the background.

So, to this end, I would greatly appreciate it if you all would start humming “Let’s Hear It For The Boy” from the original Footloose

I will then get a lot done quickly* and, eventually collapse on the sofa with a satisfied smile while managing to look convincingly tired but extremely attractive (I’d say “without a hair out of place” but, given my condition my hair couldn’t be out of place in a hurricane).

A one, a two, a onetwothreefour…hit it!

*I’m imagining getting coasters finished, blocks made, furniture painted and HOME signs created but alternatively, and keeping with the montage theme, I could turn a vacant lot into a playground for underprivileged kids or go on several dates and, eventually, fall in love.  Montages are unpredictable that way but, honestly, I’d be happy just knowing I got a lot of something done quickly.

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About cheltenhamroad

I’ve been surrounded by amazingly creative people my whole life. My mom can, and does, make anything. The family has on occasion speculated that she just whipped up my dad one day when she discovered some left over fabric and stuffing. My three sisters have mad skills ranging from needlework to cooking to out and out ART. My father’s desk when I was growing up had a model train set going around it, oh, and he made that desk-from scratch. I’m the youngest and, as you can imagine, it’s a hard series of acts to follow. Truth be told, I’ve spent many, many years suppressing the creative instincts I learned at home. But I realized (rather late in life) that few things bring me more joy than making and creating. For the longest time when I went to stores I didn’t think, “I want that” I thought, “I can make that.” And, with a deep breath and a leap, I’ve started on a very new, kinda scary path. I’ve given up my steady, dependable (dull!) corporate life to spend my days happily humming away in my garage designing, creating, painting, decoupaging and sawing and, since this blog will be an honest take on things, there is also a fair amount of tripping, spilling and swearing. Through this blog I hope to share with you the struggles and (hopefully) triumphs of a very non-businessy business person. I also hope to make this blog a resource for people who like to work with their hands and who are, like me, always looking at things and thinking “I could make that!” I’ve lived many places since I left Cheltenham Road; I currently live in Los Angeles California. So, with this preamble- Welcome to Cheltenham Road! Please come on over and make yourself comfortable – the place is always open.

3 responses »

  1. Your sense of humor is wonderful! BTW I have the same problem, I have to do lists but it grows, multiplies etc and nothing seems to get done, but by gosh I’m exhausted. Great post!

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  2. I have to make a list this weekend of the top 4 things that need doing. Sadly none of them will be what I WANT to do. Hope you don’t mind, but I only know the first couple lines of Footloose, it may get a bit monotonous, but I’m trying.

    PS; I tried Bondo on a small project, that stuff is amazing!!

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