So, I hope these photos are proof enough that I exist somewhere. Or at least proof that my cat does.
I haven't posted much lately. I'm not sure for what reasons. I'll list some possibilities.
2. Busy exploring Charleston
3. Taste testing iced coffee
4. Lazy again
5. In too good of a mood to bitch, and this blog has been mostly about bitching.
6. Kind of lost and not sure what is going on.
My Dad died in early December, right when we were packing up for our move. Christmas really didn't seem to happen for me. Yes, there were presents and visiting my sister and her family. But there were no Christmas trees and lights and other happy stuff. Then we land in Charleston and start setting up house. My daughter started her new school and I started getting to work in my new studio. Yet nothing felt right. Nothing felt valid unless I had a parent to tell. Things are FINALLY starting to gel, yet I do not feel right with myself. I do not feel the same. I'm not sure yet how to feel.
This place is good. The house, the city, the weather. And I'm really at my best when I'm bitching about things. I feel I have it too good when so many people are struggling (or worse). Good God, am I going to bitch about having it too good!?!?!?!
I've completed one new piece and am almost done with another. I was terrified of not being able to create, but so far, so good. If an old photo of Charles Darwin can set me to work then my creative switch must be turned to "high."
I know there's plenty out there to bitch about, but since I don't subscribe to the local paper and don't get on Facebook as much as I used to, I'm just rolling along blissful and ignorant.
If anyone has any suggestions for something for the housewife to crab about, please let me know.
I see myself as an artist. Others see me as a housewife. Too often, I see the glass as half-full. With a crack in it. I am usually a quiet, shy person. This is the place where I can be my inner, not-so-quiet self.
This blog is for entertainment (mostly mine) purposes only. If you find a mistake, falsehood, or blatant lie, please feel free to inform me, ever so gently, of my error.