Pretty In Pink... Perfect In Paisley!

 If I could get in some order of business. Ya know, not quite a routine, but a placement of what comes first and who comes 2nd without my adhd brain saying, "Well, to do this, you must do this. Like, what would be the purpose if  it were out of order?" The order of the house must be cleaned first. It screams a habitual childhood trauma from days long ago. Before anyone could do anything in that house on Marceline Terr. THE HOUSE MUST BE CLEAN. (We never knew who was going to show up) And God forbid those shelves that were draped across a wall behind the sofa had to be dusted, in case a guest came with white gloves on, right? I believe wholeheartedly Gram's intentions were always to make good impressions. It was never discussed how a clean, organized home calmed the chaos that ensued in those walls. For the last several days, I have rearranged, cleaned, dusted, and removed enough fur that I am certain if I glued the hair back together, I could mold a standard poodle! With...

It's Oct. 1. I always say the best things happen in October: the leaves are changing into a variety of warm colors, the air feels cooler, and, well, life just looks a bit different. At least, this is my view and my take on this season. To others, it is the beginning of spooky season. Frankly, I believe for decades now, we have partaken in spooky season whether we wanted to or not; plenty of masks seen and dropped! Boo ! Let us not forget, change is the only thing we can count on. Even if we are reluctant to acknowledge its differences and stances. I have remained with creative momentum, but it has been at a snail's pace. I keep reminding myself that the weather will be indifferent, and turning inward under a blanket will comfort what the mind cannot yet place... on canvas, fabric, or paper. (computer). To be this creative, warm, and inviting, embracing the arts when the weather has turned foul, will soothe what has not been revealed. Something about the temperature altering its...