Last Post for Sleepy Coffee and Fables

I started this blog back at the end of 2014, with only a vague idea that it would be nice to have a place to put my thoughts, sketches and photography. I hadn’t really traveled much at that point, not beyond a couple of small road trips but I had the hope that I would one day soon achieve my dreams of traveling to all the places I had dreamed of and of being able to capture memories of these places either through photographs, words or art. Looking back over the years and posts i’ve made here, I think i’ve achieved many of my most dearly held travel dreams and beyond that, I’ve gotten to a place where I can continue to do so.

So what happened with the blog? I’d always been pretty sporadic with posting, especially since I never wanted to try and make this into something beyond just a quiet repository that I could share with anyone interested- I didn’t want to build it into any more or gain a wide audience and that worked out pretty well for me. But then work life took over a bit more and the careful balance between suddenly being able to travel more and having the time to really appreciate it was something I couldn’t maintain. There came a point last year where I realized I was traveling more because I could then because I really wanted to and it was a startling realization to see how much I allowed myself to change into someone I couldn’t recognize or even like . I had photos from Athens, Barcelona, Cannon Beach Oregon and San Francisco piled up from May 2019-September 2019 and I couldn’t make myself go through them, let along post about these trips.

I could write more about the work i’ve been doing to get to a better, healthier mindset but it’s a bit of a pity party I don’t want to have, especially when there are many more important things to focus time and energy on.

What I did want to say is, i’ve decided to close out this blog. I don’t want to delete, at least not anytime soon, but I did want to place a cap to mark the end of my posting (and also I really didn’t want my last post to be about the British Museum because that feels weird considering how underwhelming it was and how I should have written more in the actual body of the post re: my opinions on items there being given back to their countries/cultures of origin when requested). Traveling is still important to me, in the sense that I think it’s pretty vital to get out of your comfort zone and meet people where they are, to truly learn how small you are in the best way and I hope to find my way back to that original wonder I felt when I first started really exploring but for now, creating art is where i’m focusing the spare time I have. I’ll be starting an instagram under a different name and I don’t really know what i’m expecting to come out of it but, I know i’m excited to begin something new.

Not drowning in my coffee cups yet,
~m

Etsy Sales and Other Thoughts- July Musings

sewing it all up
Fablesandcoffee art



mountains, untitled-1 fablesandcoffee

I had an Etsy sale a couple of days ago (or was it a week ago…damn these summer days are blending together) and it was a pleasant surprise. I don’t promote my shop on any social networks and apart from renewing listings sporadically in tune with the tides of the ocean (or something just as useless and esoteric) I honestly do nothing with it, besides just enjoy the thought of having my things up there. Every few months i’ll have an unexpected sale from some part of the globe and it’ll light me up inside, spark that interest to actually do something with said shop; to participate in local teams and attend craft fairs. And while those thoughts usually fade by the time i’ve dropped off the sold items at the post office, the high of the sale lasts a couple of days.

Recently, I put up a couple of my original pen&ink mountain landscape artworks, as well as a some of my colored pencil/watercolor ones. I doubt they’ll actually sell, as i’m not offering them up for pennies (though I don’t think i’m overselling them either…pricing your own artwork is the worst job for any artist out there, seriously, I dare you to tell me otherwise) but it feels…nice, to have them up there. Rounds out the shop, I think.

Anyways, on the totally off chance you’re reading this, thank you lovely person in Tennessee who bought my Go, Explore pencil pouch! You’re an angel.

Not drowning in my Coffee cups yet,
~m

P.S
If anyone’s interested, you can use the coupon code ” SLEEPYCOFFEE “,to get free shipping on any orders (domestic and international).
The shop:

June, The Month I Turned Into An Adult? – Musings

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the light through these here windows
the work area

Owning a house is…weird.
And I mean that in the best way possible…ok, no I don’t but, let me explain.

On the one hand, there’s this odd sense of pride, which I guess comes from  completing a portion of the American Dream, owning property. And you’ve got to wonder, as off-the-rails-out-of-fucking-control as my life seems sometimes, I’ve got to be doing something right, right? But the thing is…I know that a whole bunch of people, all over the world, work excruciatingly hard to get to the point of home ownership and it’s not an easy process to go through, much less to get to. And then there’s me.
And how this whole thing just fell into my lap on a Sunday morning when I crawled out of bed still wrapped in my fluffy blanket, came out to the living room where my boyfriend was sitting in front of his computer researching local apartments cause our lease was up in 2 months, and he turned to me and said, “Hey so, I was thinking…what if we just bought a house instead?” and I mumbled something about coffee first, please.

We’re not well off people, not even close. We don’t live paycheck to paycheck but… we’re not exactly making it rain on a daily basis kind of deal. Circumstances just sort of… aligned, I guess would be a good word to use, in a perfectly weird way to get us to a point where we had the money for a down payment for a house, two months before we had to move out, and a friend who knew the best and most hardworking realtor i’ve ever had the good fortune to encounter.

Of course, the boyfriend decided that we should buy a house the exact week after I had put in my two weeks notice at work, so let me tell you, when I say my life is one big grab-bag of messed up luck and chance, I really do mean that. Because oddly enough, the fact that I didn’t have a job while we were looking for a house was the only reason we actually managed to get the chance to purchase the house we did. The way it works right now in North Texas, given the booming economy here, it’s truly a seller’s market. Listings our realtor would forward for us to look over would be Under Contract (two words we REALLY came to hate with a fervor) the very next day, before we could even decide whether to go look at them. So, with the boyfriend working 10-12 hour days with no chance of taking time off, it fell to me to go shooting off to look at multiple listings with our realtor, in the weirdest and most super stressful parody of Monopoly ever, both of us getting over-caffinated and picking apart each listing in her car while driving to the next, print outs and prices flying all over the place.

The house we picked, or I should say, the house I picked, ended up being a rather huge two story, beautiful house just a block away from the neighborhoods recreational lake and trails area of the neighborhood. And when I say that I picked it,you have no idea how very literal that is. I went to see the house, I fell in love with it (and the neighborhood cause good god man, the whole area is like this insanely idyllic, ducklings crossing, Wisteria Lane kind of deal that was just enchanting to me) , after which we raced back to the realtors office to put a bid on it, as it had only been on the market for a day at that point, so maybe we still had a chance at it. The boyfriend met us at her office, asked me if I liked the house, looked over the print out for it again, and put in a bid, sight unseen. I don’t know if he either trusts and loves me that much, or if he was just caught up in the house buying fever, but the fact that the decision to buy the house fell squarely on my shoulders, the person without a job currently, that was all kinds of surreal. But well, since my names on the title next to his and since he ended up loving the house, i’m going to call it a win.

Anyways, more than a month later, we’re here, in the house, and I still don’t have a job. That’s mostly been a conscious decision on our part, since somebody needed to be free to deal with closing issues, and then the whole moving and unpacking thing, and then being home so the house painter could come in and do their thing. But, now that it’s all done, I finally started looking for a new job in earnest. And, after some working my way through online assessments and questionnaires galore, a couple of interesting phone interviews, and exchanging some nerve-wracking emails (how concise is too concise? And do you send back a smiley back, if they sent you one first?), I have three interviews scheduled for next week, with three different companies, and no idea which one I actually want. And hoping no where else I applied to calls me back, because my head might just explode at that point.

But the point is, I’ve stopped wandering the house in my pj’s, drinking Dr. Pepper and binge watching Criminal Minds when I don’t feel like being creative. The point is, as much as the idea of sitting down for whatever the fudge a “behavioral interview” is, i’m putting on my big-girl pants and heading to the mall this weekend to buy shoes that don’t pinch my toes and put me on edge. I’m practicing my “trust me, i’m very responsible and don’t at all consider coffee a main food group” calm smile, and i’m practicing answering those annoying as-fuck “tell me about a time when…” questions. This, I think, is called progress. And while I don’t think it makes me an “adult”, I think i’m actually kind of somehow… adult-ing successfully.

For now, of course. There’s always the chance i’ll bomb all the interviews and end up selling everything to move to Alaska as was my original plan a year ago but… i’m gonna stay positive for now.

Not drowning in my coffee cups yet,
~m

Not Drowning In My Coffee Cups Yet- Providence, Texas

Purple Loft area with Books Green Slytherin Paint Knickknacks in the room My Books, in the Loft

So, it’s been a while since I posted anything on here.
And… I regret that,for a lot of reasons but mostly because… there’s been a lot going on, and without the motivation to post about it on here, I haven’t really felt like i’ve been as aware of my surroundings as I usually am. The way my hands itch for the feel of a shutter button pressing down when I catch a glimpse of something quick and beautiful or the way my thoughts rapidly compose words for how to best describe some non-sensical idea, it’s been severly lacking these past few weeks, without the motivation to put everything together into something that makes sense, like a post on here.

Of course, the blame also goes to being so utterly fucking exhausted from moving into the new house and unpacking everything, not to mention dealing with painting about 80% of it’s interior. Who thought buying a two story house was a good idea? This girl, thats who, because apparently I make the oddest life choices.

Anyways, for anyone who reads this still, and just for my own pleasure of mind, I’m well and alive, better than I was last month even, somehow. My sleeping schedule finally thunked itself into order, and 4am tumblr scrolling has become a distant memory, something I couldn’t be more grateful for, considering my insomnia is something i’ve been battling for almost a year now. I’m still picking up the pieces of all the friendships that I selfishly placed on the back burner since last November, but coming up the second half of this year, i’m not feeling my usual melancholy self and with a really odd southern-gothic music playing on repeat in my ears constantly, i’m getting….somewhere.

I don’t even know what i’m trying to say here honestly, but hey, at least I can say regularly scheduled posting is coming back and isn’t that something?  And with that will come more talks about this insanely gorgeously house me and the bf bought, posts about the short roadtrip we took to Arkansas that somehow took us through a good chunk of Missouri as well and how insanely cool that whole thing was, no matter how much it freakin rained, and the usual posts about Texas and it’s hidden spots.

Also, prepare for some Vulcan-inspired mountains, my art got really weird there for a bit…

Not drowning in my coffee yet,
~m

P.S yes, my office/artstudyroom walls ARE the colors of Slytherin house, represent yeah?

The Mountain is Not Kind- Art Journal Monday

coffee, art journals and mountains
Mountains sketches in art journal pages
the Mountain is not Kind
Mountains and Coffee sketches
Prose and Mountains
Mountains sketches, art journal
coffee and art journals
fables and coffee, art journal stuff
North Texas Art journals
Seattle dreams and Art journal musings

I moved away from the idea of mountains for a bit a couple of weeks after coming back from my short trip to Colorado (which I still need to post about….eventually…ahem…). The longing was still there, but there were other things that I wanted to settle my mind into, like topics of science, architecture and tiny houses, the Marvel fandom (specifically on tumblr, it’s such a beast of a community), and deserted towns here in North Texas to name a few. But the obsession is back in full force again, and while I still use every other weekend to go and explore the back alleys of towns that linger in the good ole’ western days of the 1800’s here, my heart is full of ridges and valleys, water filled dips and sun blessed plateaus. I don’t currently have any plans for travel, beyond just the usual wanderlust daydreaming, but moving pen across paper, it keeps the longing at bay for at least another week. And hopefully that means that thoughts of ill-advised jaunts to find myself at the foothills of giants again aren’t coming just yet. Maybe. We’ll see?

Currently on repeat :
Sea of Love- Cat Power
Kids- Lady Danville
Lass uns gehen- Revolverheld
Come back for Me- Jaymes Young
For Your Love- The Yardbirds
Houses of the Holy- Led Zeppelin
The Crystal Ship- The Doors
Take Me To Church- Hozier

Also, this playlist is just utterly addicting and fascinates me. It reminds me of the whole atmosphere surrounding the show “True Detective” and makes me want to go off and splash chalk spirals on walls and stain white concrete with black-red ink. I really love music that can peel back your mind and get inside to create things of it’s own.


~m