Almost. We have miniscule snow storms,and no real accumulations. WINTER: EITHER LET IT RIP OR LET IT GO.:evil:
This is my semi annual trip to Sweden. I slept in my own bed, laughed with my children and now I sit in my craft room admiring the dust that has collected on the many sheets of paper, jars of things and wonder what should I do? There is not enough space to work in my room in the US. I have my things stored in shoeboxes under the bed. It seems to aggravate people when they cannot understand my need to collect, sort, embellish and decorate everything that I come across! Even my book for recording notes at the office meetings has a big dash of color… Nice to be home with people that get me! :)
Dusting off the vacancy sign. I like blogging because it offers a bit of interaction and and allows me to learn things that I often don’t have exposure to. Hope everyone is well and creative! :)
I have been tearing through a stack of magazines. Saving photos for collage, gifting and otherwise liking.
Every time I see a watch or clock, I think of Coffee and Art in the Morning, I think of my workbench and all of the things that I did to make it comfortable for me. I think of all of the pads of paper, paint and dies that lay un opened and unused.
I made 2 cards since I have been here. My current journal consist of pages with images glued to them in the hopes that they will meet some additional background decoration, before I begin to write on them. Work is always different, but I love working with the pets. They NEVER complain, are always grateful for the ice, walks and just a calm voice. Their owners on the other hand are a piece of work… If one of my customers does not have enough head or leg room, I upgrade them, at no cost to their owner, lol. Here is one of my grateful customers. ( I swear he looks like Bear in the Big Blue House!) oops, can’t figure out how to upload, so it will have to wait until tomorrow… :)
I have done more in the past 2 days than I have all of the past year. Old clothes tossed out, curtains washed and replaced, painting exterior boards for the house, curls, twists, flat ironing and not to mention bleaching every surface in sight.
The welcome has dissipated and the only thing that remains are the hugs, ever few hours or so.
Man, it is GOOD to be HOME!
I asked for a week off the day I interviewed. Everyone seems to have forgotten. I am going HOME. I WILL HUG MY KIDS, sleep in my OWN bed and laugh out loud. I will.surf the internet for as LONG as I want and eat popcorn for breakfast, because I CAN! I can wake up, make instant coffee and find.some friends making something on line, and I will feel at peace.
I am going to stare at my paper, ribbons and buttons and dies and feel the love.
I. Am. Going. Home.