 Finger puppets, born yesterday. Courtesy of The Princess, Elizabeth St Hilaire Nelson, and the Detroit Institute of Art. My life is not my own. These are hard words to spit out, being that I am a total, over-the-top, control freak. But it is the truth. I can't tell you what I did yesterday, but at any given point I can tell you what I'm doing in 5 minutes, 5 hours, and 5 days. And, yet, despite my calendar, things are not playing out as I anticipated. And that's because of my kids. This last week, my life has become theirs. I am coordinating carpools, planning team meals, delivering forgotten bits of uniforms, volunteering behind the scenes, and cheering maniacally from the sidelines. School starts on September 4th, but until then, I have my kids (mostly) undivided attention. I say mostly, because they are also focused on marching band, football, and dance, along with squeezing in as much time as possible with friends. And sleeping past noon. But let me tell you, I show up unexpectedly with slurpees for all, and they do pay attention. Don't get me wrong - it's extremely difficult for me to not be at the easel. Painting is my mental health. But I am also a work-from-home Mom so that I can flex around my kids' calendars. And now, they sorta want me (or maybe it's the slurpees, but don't ruin the illusion). So I plan on working it. Fondly, Kim, who is ok with disillusionment, at least for today |
"Tabby Kit," 5" x 7", acrylics on a museum quality panel, depicting a tiny little orange striped guy from Morgue File . This painting can be yours for $289, which includes s&h inside the US. And in case you didn't see it, a little doodle of him is also available for sale here . Inquires may come directly to me . Although it certainly doesn't FEEL like spring here (snow and ice and wind chills, brr!), I can tell that spring is coming. The mercury is rising a wee bit each day and the days are getting longer and brighter. Over the weekend we drove with the moonroof open just to feel the sun's meager and oh-so-very-welcome warmth (although the heat in the car was cranked, too, in the interest of full disclosure!). I wanted to work with spring-like colors today, and this little guy was still on my mind , so I grabbed a small panel and got to work. Of course, I also have Poppy to finish and some changes to make to another po
So poignant and well said. My 18 year old "baby boy" is off to college in 5 short days. It all goes by in a flash...savor each moment.
ReplyDeletecongratulations, Laurie, on ushering him through childhood!! I wish him all the best - and hope that your household adapts swingingly to the transition.
DeleteIt gets even better, Kim...as the years roll by, those kids have kids. And when they grow up, as a grandparent, you are even more "wanted." Enjoy them immensely...slurpees & all!!
ReplyDeleteVonnie, enjoy your grands!! :) and thank you for the advice!!
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