One challenging thing about being at home so much these days, is that my eye catches every little thing I want to change about our home, which sends my brain into a panic wondering WHEN I’ll have time to change it. This is all futile since paint colors never stopped a pandemic and I have two kids at home and a full-time job, which demand 190% of my attention each day. Until last Thursday when Mike drove the kids to his brother’s house to help him pack for their big move. And suddenly I had a whole day open to do with what I pleased.
This has been such a strange time, filled with high highs (laughing until we cry at our kids’ antics) and low lows (holding back tears at their frustration, sadness, and confusion). One major perk of social distancing, though, is more time to paint.
‘Twas the night before Thanksgiving and all through the house…it’s completely silent because my children are at daycare, M is at work, and I’m home baking cookies and writing until it’s time for daycare pick up.
Have you ever seen a beehive, the kind with glass sides that lets you look in on hundreds of shimmying bodies milling about, each one pressing against another until they become one vibrating mass?
I passed on a job today—a fairly lucrative, interior design project. It was unbelievably hard to say no. But as soon as I sent the email, I felt a weight lift off of my chest.
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cuadros por ekaterina koroleva. (Photos).
In 1972, artist Gene Davis painted the street in front of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. Photo by Henry Groskinsky. (Photo).
Erin Flannery is amazing. (Photo 1. Photo 2. Photo 3. Photo 4. Photo 5).
How neat are these crochet animals? It sure beats taxidermy in my book. (Photos via Apartment Therapy.)