I am my mother after all

I know you have been wondering where I've been. What I have been doing.
I am at times overcome by the desire to create.
To bring order where there is chaos.
To bring color and beauty to an otherwise drab room.
I remember well watching my mother do this same sort of thing in our house when I was a little girl. Every year she rearranged the furniture in the living room. I think that was because she couldn't afford to make it look the way she envisioned. She did what she could to make it look fresh and new.
Later, she had the means and the skill to finally do the thing she had always wanted to do to her home. She surrounded herself in color. In beautiful fabrics. In well placed pieces of art.
I don't remember her ever teaching me to sew. More like she answered my questions when I couldn't understand what a pattern was telling me to do.
Now, I too create!
Sometimes that creative nature lends itself more to writing for my blog.
Not lately.
I have been very busy.
In between running back and forth to preschool, grocery shopping, cooking dinner, watching track meets, runs to the library, and nail clients

I sewed a valance for my laundry room

Painted my laundry room this amazing lime green!

Framed and hung some of Dan's original art.

(No, he didn't do the Steinlen. It just works there because of the black frame)


Sewed a balloon valance for my shop.

Finally finished My Art Gallery!

More of My Gallery

Pulled off the old fringe that was on this lamp and glued on this fabulous,

french, eyelash and beaded trim!

Cleaned and organized the computer table, and made a table runner

to match my valance.

Finally started on my throw pillows for my living room sofa!

And made this fabulous pillow for the dumpy Queen Ann chair in my shop.

This chair is going to be the next big project that I tackle. You can see the fabric

I chose to reupholster it in. I pinned a scrap of it to the chair so I could see what

it was going to look like.

Oh, I also finished three Dean Koontz novels!

And I wonder why my husband gets upset with me.

Poor man just didn't realize that I intended to make him a widower while I was still alive!