I admit, I still like to see the first snowfall. It's a change for the eye. I don't like driving in it.
I forgot I had to pick up Riley from the daycare last night. I was humming and feeling pretty good, cooking dinner and watching the blizzard out my kitchen window until it hit me that this was my night to pick her up. Shoot. Thank heavens she is just up the road and down the hill a ways.
Somebody taught her how to make the raspberry sound. She was going gung ho making the sound until her first spoonful of sweet potatoes. Grammybea did not appreciate being sprayed with sweet potatoes. I think she heard her first NO last night. I would hold the spoon with sweet potatoes on it and she would be making her raspberry sound and the spoon went back in the dish. I can wait out a five month old. She's smart though, she caught on very quickly that if she wanted to eat she was going to have to settle down and do some serious eating.
She had a bath in the kitchen sink, her bottle and then bless her heart she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. I carried a passed out baby downstairs and put her in her crib.
The kids have been kidding me about my commute to work every day. Justin especially can crack me up with his traffic report of my drive from the garage to the studio. Honestly, I don't drive there unless I have the car packed with stuff that I am moving out there. I can walk. Really.........But, as you can see it's a short backup from one door to the other. I just wish there was a drive through coffee place, on the way.
I dropped of Murphy this morning at Puppy Day Care and as I was walking out the owner of Thomas was coming in. Except for a docked tail, Thomas and Murphy look a lot alike. Then Charlie's owner came in and boy oh boy, Thomas and Charlie were dead ringers for each other, docked tails and all. We got to talking about taking home the wrong dog and they both topped my story. It seems that the owner of Thomas picked him up one day and was surprised at how "bouncy" he was since he had seemed a little sick, in the morning. He was playing with his squeaky toys like he hadn't seen them before. When she finally sat down, on the sofa, with him and looked at him she realized that she had the wrong dog. She had to drive Charlie back and pick up Thomas. I didn't feel so badly. There seem to be a lot of small white furry dogs at this day care.
I'm working out in the studio today. Boy does my HOT DOG, as it is called furnace/heater really heat up the place fast. It was 42 up there and within a few minutes the temperature had climbed to 60 which is warm enough when the sun comes pouring in the windows. I've been drawing out some figures for my Full Moon Art Dolls. I'm still trying to decide whether I want to make them separate or part of a quilt block. If my daughter has any say I'll be doing both.
I received Teesha Moore's journal book set that I had ordered. Oh, boy is this eye candy or what. There are four little journals that are a collection of 160 unedited, untouched journal pages & covers from the last seven years. I am so enjoying looking at them, reading them and having them as inspiration for the time that I start having art journal workshops for teens, up in the studio. They are going to love these.
I was going to the library yesterday when I walked by a nail salon called Chic Nails. I decided that my new fingernails were getting a little raggy and I didn't want them to start to rip or tear before they had grown out enough. The owners are this darling couple from Atlanta but with extended family from Viet Nam working in the store. Their two small children were running around, grandma was following them back and forth. Tim, the husband worked on my nails and gave me an hand massage that really worked out the stiffness of my fingers! No picture yet because I'm still in my fourth week and although they look nice it would be nice to see them a tad longer. Although, I have to tell you, I am not used to them. I've poked myself, scratched myself, found that it's easier to pick open something, pick up something, sometimes and boy who knew the cats would love getting scratched on the head, so much.
I am still in awe of this whole process. There has been no will power. It's been effortless.
I can't get over it. I'm looking at my Diet Coke can sitting next to me and realizing that the next experiment is to see if I can eliminate soda from my diet.
:)Bea Go Create and make your soul JOYFUL.