I was in a funk.
I feel crowded.
Sorry. But it's the truth.
So much to do in the house, outside the house, for the house, about the house, for the people living in the house...you get the picture.
And the house - 1000 square feet.
Four people in it...almost all the time.
And I'm a Sagattarian.
I don't what that means.
But I will say, that when I feel crowded, I don't do well.
And I certainly don't act well.
I don't even look well.
But I'm working on that.
Today, I woke up and barked. A little. Not too much.
EC is home now. So he hears more of my barks than he used to hear. He barked back. And that was that.
He went about his day.
I went about mine.
Feeling sorry for myself.
How dare I?
I am beginning to see myself more clearly, now that I am part of a living organism called FAMILY; one in which I have a direct effect on.
I couldn't get happy or out of my own way.
I began school with the boys.
Ah, this is better. A focus that has nothing to do with my house, at least for now.
Then about 3 hours later EC walks in the door with three bunches of fresh cut Peruvian Lilies. (remember EC is a practical romantic...so what's in the water lately?...last week the dinner...today the flowers....hope he's not expecting another baby or something...no he's not like that at all!! Phew! And besides, we receive AARP info in the mail these days...hmph!)
He bought three bunches because he didn't like the arrangements the floral department had...and he figured I would make them look lovely. Ok, I love my life. (crazy lady writing this)
EC took the boys to karate in the afternoon and I ran up and down into my studio and found all this stuff....OK, did you read that...I found this in my studio. I wasn't even looking for it. What has happened? This is what I believe to be creativity; inspiration, even.
I sanded the edges of the frame to let the brown out. YES I DID!! I know, I'm just as surprised as you are. Who am I?
Found. Found a painted canvas that fit perfectly into the frame. Grabbed a piece of burlap...OK I grabbed it with such glee that I broke out into a sweat.
Ironed it. (are we supposed to do that? I mean will it ignite? ever?)
Wrapped it around the canvas board, taped the back and then hammered the numbers to our house on the board.
Oh My Living God.
I did this.
All because he loved me.