I come from a long line of messy. My house is a cacophony of stuff…. from where I sit I see old pictures of my mom, my dad, my girls, branches from creek-side willows, tiny butterflies, a giant butterfly, life-size butterflies, photographs off swirling, tumbling waters in deep, dark forests… just a lot of stuff haphazardly “displayed” all around me. No rhyme, no reason.
I kinda like my chaos.
Yesterday; well, yesterday I was fairly active. I shopped, I visited a sick friend, and I got a few groceries. Came home.
Today; Well, today I was a slug, pretty much. I woke up in moderate pain, especially in my elbows. Tired. Ugh. Will it always be this way? Again I say, ugh.
Played around with acrylic pour painting today. Fun!
Hello Butterfly! 