Happy Things.
I've kinda been avoiding blogging the past few days. Just feelin' a little unsettled and crazed. Ya know? So many, many things to do. Great things. Awesome things. Just lots of things. :)
Yesterday I received a HUGE order of buttons, and I couldn't wait to pour them into one of my canvas bins and just look at all the prettiness...I know. A grown women shouldn't be so obsessed with buttons. But, geez. They're like little bits of plastic sunshine. Buttons make me happy.
Not a lot of time these days to read and relish, but these paper morsels keep me sane. Seriously. I love reading abt politics/ art/ literature/ fashion all in one place. It makes it easy peasy. The New Yorker makes me feel centered.
New scrapping tools. I've never speant money on the right scrapping tools. I buy cheap adhesive and cheap scissors and cheap inks...you get the idea. It was so great to go out and buy the right tools and I'm soooo happy with the results. Erica totally inspired me to exacto! I had a ball at the class learning so many great tips and gaining a bunch of inspiration. I'm soooo gonna start investing in the right tools. My cool little glass mat: 12.50. Me learning the right way to exacto: priceless ;).
My little man. He has been a pill lately. What is up with the twos? Two days a week he stays at my sisters house so I can have more time to work on Poppy Ink stuff. Her house is like Neverland! They have a massive yard with a huge treehouse/ swingset, a trampoline, a bazillion bikes/tricycles/ bigwheels/ wagons, a dog, a cat, cool water toys, an awesomatastic sandbox.... Needless to say, the boy doesn't like coming home. And when he is home all he can talk abt is Auntie Jens house. Not so easy on the mommy. Robb thinks I'm silly, but I want him to like being at home, too.
O-well.
He had a ball in the pub tonight (his words) playing in his new Thomas Train bubbles. I don't think they have those at Auntie Jens. ;)
LOVE this photo of my niece at the lake. She loves gathering living things. She found this tiny dragonfly and wanted a photo snapped. I love her sandy hands. When I see this photo I can almost hear her bubbley giggle. :) That's happiness.
"There are sounds to seasons.
There are sounds to places,
and there are sounds
to every time in one's life."
--Alison Wyrley Birch