Partials of WKAP Occurrence At the Diner and Bathroom Incident as well as a full imp of  Cupcake Spatter.  Plus lots more bottles from Possets added.

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If you're in Singapore, fancy coming to a Meet n Sniff this July? ;) Serpentyne/serenityscale and I over at .org are trying to set up a MnS and we'd love to meet at chat with other locals into BPAL or similar etailers! Come join us ♥

In the meantime, I am looking for bottles of orange-oil Blossoms in Springtime (well, decants also fine!) and Silver-Haired Bat. Among other things *cough* all found in my D/ISO post. I am about to go on a trip so a swap right now is not the best time (unless you are willing to wait to ship and get) but I'll gladly pay within reason.

My quick Singapore-based BPAL group order is still open. I'm planning to order from both Etsy and lab, so getting from either works, and there are no additional charges aside from covering Paypal fees and shipping from Singapore to you :)

Just wanted to say that the past few days have been improved immeasurably by the things my friend Abby said at the cafe the other day; she has a combination of wisdom and directness leavened with humor that is a very fine thing to be in contact with. Much cool stuff and encouragement was there, and insights kept going off like fireworks in my head the rest of the day. The other especially cool thing that happened recently was yesterday, where I got to work with two prospective students of wire-working, and they were both people that I would love* teaching: willing to listen to the promptings of their intuition, willing to watch and ask questions, and with a gentle receptivity combined with passion for the art. I hope some classes happen with them, because we would learn so much together.

Also I am grateful for an unexpected and delightful conversation with D.E. on the bus earlier today, which ranged from Scalzi to Galaxy Quest to Marquez to haiku to all sorts of things I can't remember now. (The conversation, not the bus. Though if there's a bus that goes those places, I'd be interested.)

Got any acknowledgements and gratitude yourself just now?

* I love all sorts of different flavors of student, but it was really nice being around these two just now. Possibly that comes from hanging out with people doing meditation a lot, and practicing it myself; we'll see what comes of it.

Blame the title on S.

Lesson today. Pook is not ready for prime time--he has some more work to do (of the kind described below) before I feel safe riding the rocket. Ten days, and then we'll do the next lesson with the Wild Thang.

In the meantime Ephiny was very much in favor of the grooming and the saddle and all. She even offered me a foot to clean, which is a first. I've always had to ask. Small milestone, but significant.

We took our time starting, in part to teach Miss E the art of waiting patiently for the humans to get around to working with the horse. She was very patient. No fretting or fidgeting. Girl knows how to wait--which is more than I can say for myself. :P

Eventually however we got around to talking about the homework we've been doing, engaging the back end and teaching her to rock back and come forward, aka the Pendulum. She was not in favor in the last lesson, but given a few days to think about it, she allowed as how it wasn't so bad. Even with the right hind, which tends to get stuck somewhere in the recesses of her twisty little brain. She actually stated that she was going to walk on out now, and keep pace with me, and demonstrate her homework.

Good! said S. Now the next step of the work in hand: instead of me standing in front of her watching as she positioned each foot, I had to stand beside her and feel it.

Sneaky, evil S. That meant true work in hand, aka the horseless riding lesson, aka where is your core and how do you feel what the horse is doing without looking to see?

Because if Pook is going to start back to work in the next week and a bit, I had better have a core, because Pooka is merciless. The mares I've been riding, well, aren't.

Ooops.

Also, being out of shape, ow.

It was somewhat reassuring that S also had interesting times with Ephiny, who could not see why she had to just step back and step forward in diagonal pairs when she could: Go Sideways. Go backwards. Step over behind. Step over in front. Cross her legs.

But not flip her head, except once. That's huge progress. And not bite S, which is also progress.

Gifted-kid problem. Why bother with the ABC's when you're hardwired for Proust? She did not see why she should worry about still being sound when she's an old lady, because she plans to live forever. (After all, isn't that Pandora's plan, too? And Pandora's her sister. So.)

She wasn't sulky about any of this. Or angry. Or resistant. Soft ears and soft eyes. Asking questions. Not always getting the answers she wanted, but willing to entertain the notion.

We took a break with a walk in hand, and instead of the imminent explosions I've had to deal with before, she only became irritated when she got rushy. Rock back, engage, balance. Get brain inside head. Walk on softly and lightly.

Then we went back to work in hand, this time along the fence on both sides, for support. That worked. I braced, she braced. I got soft, she got soft. Amazing. Spine straight--no kinking the head, neck, or body. Feel the movement, don't kink or twist. Use whip as aid wherever she needs it--for hindleg, as near the top of the croup as possible, just tapping. Pointing: Engage Here.

We could have done this under saddle today, but she was a pooped pony. Little grey cells all fizzy and whirry. Next time.

And the teapot? Rear-wheel-drive equines, which Lipizzans are, can only really keep impulsion (and go forward comfortably at all) when their balance is in the rear. If they tip onto the forehand, all the impulsion runs out. So you have to keep tipping them backward till they stay tipped on their own.

So, teapot. Keep the tea in the rear. Don't spill it out the nose.

Makes sense to me.

I added a few more bottles today (Solstice Scents, NA, & Super Bad). My sales are at http://damonkitty.livejournal.com. Thanks!!!

Okay. Interacting with tumblr askblogs with the Mary Sue God Doctor man again, small suck, just... gaaaah.

Why the hell would you decide to have your character's wing abruptly snap in half and go on and on about how painful it is, seemingly baiting my forest guardian to actually help and do something for a change, only to just casually heal the wound and act like nothing happened? If this isn't a COMPLETELY POINTLESS scream for attention, I don't know what is!

I just... should I say something OOC? Should I do something? I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE.

But there's no community for that.

So I have a problem. Problem being that I have a fantastic RPer who I get along with - so well that I've come to realize that I've no longer any interest in any of my other RPs. They're suddenly banal and their characters suddenly seem flat and uninteresting.

Now it feels I can only RP with him/her.

More a self directed suck, because I can't stop thinking of this RP either, and it's impeding on rl. Can't decide if I should just quit altogether, because between good grades, and obsessive RPing, I know which one I'd choose. What I don't get is how I got logiced into either quitting or failing. What's wrong with moderation, self?

sock-puppet because insulting/cocky idk.

I'll be posting details here, just as soon as I've got them; the outline is that I'll be teaching on the afternoon of the day before Fourth Street for any of you who'll be coming to the convention early and want to either learn some jewelry things to use yourselves or learn some jewelry things for world-building purposes in your fiction.

Take a non-perfume item and get fire-sale prices on the perfumes...

( See the mayhem )