I’ve been in the midst of a huge work order and haven’t had any time or energy left at the end of the day to get in my creative fix. And to make matters worse, I’m coming up with all these ideas this week. Finally, I pulled out my journal and each time an idea pops in my head, I stop to take a moment to write it down. Sometimes it is just a word; other times it’s a picture. Then I get back to work and continue on until I need a creative break again. This has been great fun and I don’t know why I haven’t ever done this before. Maybe the busyness of work has made my brain become more conscious. Whatever it is, I’m loving it and it is guilt free. I’m still working and periodically still being creative. And I don’t know about you but ideas are like dreams. If I don’t write them down pretty quick, later on I can’t remember them. So if for no other reason, I have a great start to some fun playing when I have some quiet time.
Remember the Nike slogan ‘Just Do It’? It really is a great slogan and something we should all strive to do and do every day whether it is an exercise program that we’ve promised ourselves to start or that quilt project that’s been silently crying out to you from your studio. Oh, and I’ve decided to call “my area” my studio even though it’s original purpose in our home was to be used as a second bedroom. Well, after years of having a bed that never got used, my husband and I made the decision to give the bed away and redo the room for just me. I love my area but never thought of it as a studio until this week. After all if you think about it there are apartments that are advertised as ‘studio apartments.’ I believe that meaning is that it is one small area that you will have to live in. Well, that describes my area perfectly so as of today, JoJo has her very own Studio. Oops… I guess I got a little sidetracked… I was talking about the ‘Just Do It’ slogan. Here are two thought-provoking quotes to help you do just that — JUST DO IT!
“I have spent my days stringing and unstringing my instrument, while the song I came to sing remains unsung.” Rabindranath Tagore, 1861-1941
“Don’t wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself.” Sara Henderson, b. 1936
Oh and I almost forgot — my order of Angel Paint arrived today!!! Dilly and I went to the mailbox and retrieved the mail and my mail carrier left a ‘key.’ I instantly got excited because that meant that the parcel was too big to fit in my box. I knew as soon as I opened the larger box that it was my paint. Dillan wanted to explore the neighborhood but I pleaded with him to wait until later in the day when it was cooler! LOL – He’s a dog and believes everything I say. I received 11 of the cutest mini jars of paint that you ever did see. I’m attaching a photo for those of you that don’t believe me. See – aren’t they just the cutest jars.


Unfortunately, I will have to wait until next week before exploring more with them.
My love of my life and I are going out to dinner tonight to celebrate our 27th wedding anniversary. I am so fortunate to be his wife. He is a wonderful husband, great provider, my best friend, and just a joy to be around. I feel like I am the luckiest woman on the planet to have found such a perfect soul mate.
Now the humorous side of me found the following poem at http://www.allamericasbest.com, and Tracy and I laughed. It’s a great site to peruse.
‘After 27 years of marriage, a couple was lying in bed one evening, when the wife felt her husband begin to touch her in ways he hadn’t in quite some time.
‘It almost tickled as his fingers started at her neck, and then began moving past the small of her back. He then slid his hand across her shoulders and neck, slowly worked it down over one breast, then
the other, stopping just over her lower stomach. He then proceeded to place his hand on her left inner arm, caressed past the side of her breast again, working down her side, passed gently over, and then in between her buttocks and down her leg to her calf. Then he proceeded up her inner thigh, stopping just at the uppermost portion of her leg.
He continued in the same manner on her right side, then suddenly stopped, turned over, and became silent.
As she had become quite aroused by this caressing, she asked in a loving voice. “That was wonderful. Why did you stop?”
“I found the remote,” he said.