The next 50 years

There was a cast and crew photoshoot and I took my dozen "glass" embroidered slipper brooches mounted on hand painted cards of the bridge with glow in the dark moon and stuff.  Bridge wasn't breathtakingly well painted.  I suck at watercolor. Not my preferred medium. Well anyway, the idea of using embroidery was to catch the eye of wardrobe and indeed I have.  Tonight I sewed up a couple of quick ribbons for the prince's shoes and I am tickled with them. They make me very happy.  I can imagine the wardrobe mistress saying they're too bright but I'm dead sure this is the esthetic of the current play in all things.  Over the top and extravagant.  My fave. I heard some references to how the prince's ribbons get a few quips because they're so insanely fancy.  I was given some of the fabric from his costume to match it up and while it was not impossible to turn that into ribbon, it certainly wouldn't have been fun or especially princely.  Instead I dov...

I keep noodling around on this problem of being perceived as a braggart.  I do not understand what is triggering it, just to be clear.  See, I do not know how to inform people of the services I have to offer without telling them, but in the act of telling them, they decide I am dishonest about it.  I try hard to communicate that I am not all that and a bag of chips at everything, that I am there to be useful, not great.  I respond to correction with a willing heart and proceed with intention and good cheer. I try and work independantly to free up the mind of the supervisor without forgetting to check in and see that I'm still going in the right direction. So what am I doing wrong?  Sometimes I wonder if I actually am extraordinary but unaware of it, so as I describe my normal little self I sound like describing someone extraordinary. I mean, yeah, I have been clearly informed I am not ordinary. Therefor, extraordinary.   But still, why do I sound like ...

I've been volunteering at the community theatre for 3 plays now.  They are letting me do some really complex stuff and I'm super pleased with my own work.  i haven't been criticised nor sense unspoken disappointment and they all give me high praise.  I even got called one of the "two stars of the team" by the head artist/set designer but I suss her praise as she's as free with it as a grade school art teacher. She essentially strives to be a sweet old lady and even bakes a batch of cookies every day to share.  She scares the daylights out of me. I sense this is her ego's home and she will hold it to the last man standing.  I have been striving hard to show her enough deference and cheerful agreement to bypass any possible sense of competition she might get. Today she said she thought I was very down to earth.  That was about the most unusual compliment I've ever had but when I looked up the general definition, it was a: high praise indeed and b: deeply...