I am about to start a new one tomorrow for Prestons room that will be a paper mosaic tile designed lamp base. I am kind of pumped about it but scared i am going to mess it up terribly. I have made a few other things so far, but they were fairly easy. I wanted to try my hand at those before i got down to the nitty gritty. I will try to post some pics up later, due to the fact that its not working at the moment. (ok so I am posting them now....I made a couple of frames for my neice and baby nephew and preston got his own coat hanger for his wall) :)
I never envisoned this kind of passion coming from me. I plan meals now and actually look for recipes of different things I want to make, all while ensuring that the family is eating healthy. If you had told me three years ago that I would be doing these things while balancing a career, I would have laughed at you.
I have become domesticated. The last thing I ever expected out of me.
Not that there is anything wrong with it. I always admired women who could do all of that. Mainly because i thought they had a whole lot more energy that I could hope to acquire. Now I find that this is time for me. Its time I can set aside to do something I actually enjoy doing....and it still takes care of my family. (of course mike gives me hell when i take cupcakes to work instead of giving them to him, but i cant let him eat 24 cupcakes)
The one thing I am hesitant to try again is sewing. Tried that for a semester in junior high.....did a decent job, but that was a long time ago. I dont really think my memory will serve me well on that one. I have such a huge list of things I want to try but have no idea where to start. If anyone has any good hints as to what kind of projects I could start off with to build my skills, please share.
Hope everyone has a great Valentine's day. Just found out from our banking info online that I had flowers ordered for me. Great way to find out, huh? So then I ask my husband what he was planning.....he forgot I dont work tomorrow and my flowers are getting delivered there. He doesn't ever hear me. But i love him anyway.
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