Friday, September 19, 2008
So based on the above picture, how do you think I spent my evening? A) Bird watching B) Making mixed media collages, or C) Nesting like a pregnant woman on crack? Right... C. It started while I was sitting outside reading my BUST magazine. Don't you just love BUST day? The greatest mail day of the bi-monthly. Nothing can go wrong with a brand new BUST magazine in hand. Nothing. That's a fact. So anyways, there I am sitting outside in the shade watching my whiny 2 year old daughter complain about how outside isn't fun enough for her, even though shes been begging to play outside all day. I'm reading my magazine, swatting flies off of me left and right, when I get inspired. Who doesn't get inspired when reading BUST? So I jumped up... OK, more like struggled to get up, and went into the garage to find some long lost craft supplies. What I found instead, was a dump. Christopher's garage = the NY city dump. Seriously. Frustrated and no longer happily motivated, I stomp into the house and realize its even worse in here. It wasn't until I was in the middle of frantically scrubbing the base of my blender and its cord, that I realized, "Oh... I'm nesting". I stopped what I was doing, glanced around at the freshly polished flour, sugar, coffee, and tea canisters, and kind of bit my lip in a guilty manner. Christopher comes through the door, probably frightened of me, and after I announce "...I'm nesting", he replies with "Ooooh. Well, that makes sense". But we all know what he was really thinking, haha.