One of life’s mysteries…
I decided on Saturday morning that my studio needed cleaning (which it did, it was a mess), and while I was going, I might just reorganise my art & craft supplies,you know, make the space more efficient. So why does the room now look worse than when I started? Hopefully the two munchkins will nap at the same time this afternoon, and I can finish it up, and list some stuff on eBay that I know I won’t use.
So not much creative stuff happened over the weekend. I did, however, make a little card for our godson, who recently turned one. I’m still not quite sure how that happened!
What is it about having children that makes life feel like it’s permanently on fast-forward?