I have been reminiscing quite a bit since Mother's day.
Maybe because there is so much change in the air, maybe because it was just such a sweet day.
Sitting on the beach, talking with my eldest, I thought back to when we first began taking our girls to the beach. I think it was the day after they were born.
I can see them now, full of sand and sea water, diapers full and droopy from being wet, bathing suit bottoms full and droopy from sand. Sand. Everywhere. Like snow on their eyelashes and all through their hair. I would find it a couple of days later in their little ears.
I never freaked out about sand. I just made sure everyone was dry and piled them into the car to come home. The vacuum was my friend back then.
Now...not so much.
I have a dear friend who is moving and I helped out by cleaning her house and part of that was vacuuming.
What happened to the days when one could clean a house and still keep going?
Now, I just lay on the couch with a heating pad because I don't have any hips left.
On another note, I got ready for my next show today.
It's on Balboa Island this Sunday.
I've had to re-do the look of my booth, as I don't get a booth.
The show is on a boardwalk, so my space is 20ft.x3ft wide strip.
I bought gridwalls for the occasion.
Which I had to put feet on.
Just some screws, washers and a nut. Wait. A bolt. No, no. A nut.
The round thing that is flat on the outside.
Which leads me to this photo and the song that enters my head from Sesame Street:
"One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other".
there are times I wish I was as analytical as my husband.
It took my friend coming over to help and four different tries to figure out what came first-the washer or the nut.
We persevered together and got it done.
I love when she comes over to help me.
one of my favorite altered book covers.
Once we got the hard stuff figured out, we got to the fun part.
Pulling out vintage table cloths, wire baskets, and letting her go to town arranging all the paintings.
Right now, every time I close my eyes, I see paint.
I took over the back patio and hauled and moved furniture and display items.
After we were finished, I took photos so I will know how to set up on Sunday and then took it all down and put it all away to pack up into the car (please. please. please let it all fit.).
And yes, I was back on the heating pad.
What the heck?!
who knew gridwall could be so handy?
Do you love vintage items?
I use them all the time.
really, I just like this photo and wanted to put it in the post.
Right now I'm procrastinating.
I did just a couple more altered book covers and I have a large 30x30 canvas that needs some "soul"
Do you ever get a feeling that if you keep at something it might just get worse before it gets better, and that you don't have the patience to see it through to the better part?
Which I actually have time today to do.
But I mopped my floor first.
And came back to the canvas.
Then I decided another cup of coffee would be nice, and why don't I unload the dishwasher and wipe down the kitchen cupboards while the coffee brews?
And stare at the canvas that needs soul.
paint. that's all I see.
I could go water the plants in the back yard first.
Or go to the hardware store. I need more zip ties.
Or go to Michael's. I need more bags.
Part of my procrastination is that I'm excited for the show and I tend to get a little giddy with paint when I'm excited. I don't think the canvas needs giddy.
Maybe just a touch of giddy with a dose of soul.
All right. Now I'm rambling for real.
I'm going in.
Giddy + Soul= souldy time.
Oh, boy. I have inhaled too many cleaning products.
Have a great weekend!