In an attempt to fulfill my creative needs, my empty pocket-book, and my long hours alone while Monkey is in school, I am learning the art of making homemade beeswax lip balms. Yes, the law educated mom is going to attempt to sell little tasty pots of pampering to increase her fundage.

So far the recipes I have been collecting have ranged from milk and honey flavored to chocolate flavored balms. I have little glass pots bookmarked, and wholesale organic beeswax suppliers at my fingertips. I have researched organic, natural preservatives, and the best way to sterilize little glass pots. I have also come across ideas for lotion bars and other treats along the way.

Is this endeavor insane? Should one who spent years learning how to write court motions and represent clients in court now delve into the land of beauty supplies? We shall have to see, however, there has yet to be a response to the myraid of resumes I have sent for legal positions. So I plan on making a batch or two over the next few weeks, and trying to sell them to local stores. If that fails, I may try a website of my own. Any ideas for marketing??

I figure at the very least I will have a supply of yummy holiday gifts to hand out when our broke family flies home. I promise to focus intently on creating as many different chocolate lover’s flavors as I possibly can.

Soon to be among the sticky Pots-O-Pampering,

Denver Woman/Girl/Mom/Lawyer/Crafter/Etc.

Desperate Housewives…. suddenly I relate.

I didn’t watch Desperate Housewives when it first came out because I thought it was a reality T.V. show. I didn’t want to spend my time watching a bunch of suburban women cheating on their husbands or doing whatever other idiotic thing the reality T.V. guru’s decided to offer as entertainment. However, one night, on an airplane to RebLaw 2006, I saw the pilot episode on the plane. I was immediately entranced with the story and proceeded to Netflix the hell out of the first season. The show was so wonderful, the characters so real. I really sympathized with the women in the show.

Well, I watched more of it today while I was cleaning house in my suburban home, on my quiet street, while my husband takes over corporate America. The show really hit me hard today, I really felt as though I understood it on a whole new level. I left behind almost all my close friends, my family, and my connections. I left my career at it’s very inception. I spent my day cleaning my living room, unpacking boxes, and attempting to entertain my small daughter with a variety of learning games. I began to feel really desperate!! All of the sudden I had an image of my days, spent like Bree, smoothing out wrinkles on the bedspread. Espescially now that law school has instilled in me a very obsessive compulsive streak.

Now I know, logically anyway, that I am not actually going to turn into a character on Desperate Housewives. I also know that I have been in this postion for a week and a half, and my sense of unease is compounded by the fact that our house is still unpacked. I also know that having nothing to do but clean the house and entertain the child is a contributing factor to this feeling. However, despite knowing this, I felt so incredibly lost today. I have got to find a job. I am afraid I am going to lose my mind if I am not doing something while Monkey is in school all day, at least until the baby gets here.

Well, thanks for listening to me rant,

Your Denver Desperate Housewife, in Jersey.