Spring cleaning in the devices household. Mostly consisting of me pulling out my hair and going "It's sooo filthy! How do we live like this!"
Also I was told by 7 year-old Carlos that the reason I sleep in so late and go to bed so late is that I'm an artist. First I laughed then thought about everyone I know and was like, hu.
Also at one point he said, "Nobody's perfect. I mean, maybe you're a perfect artist, but no one's a perfect person."
I'm like, "Yup. Nothing wrong with that statement."
Marcela, 4, asked if she had to be cut out of her mommy's tummy when she was born.
My mom: "No, your mommy had you naturally."
Her: "You mean I came out of her gaina?"
These earrings for Patroness.
And I had a lightbulb moment realizing I had to make her a butt-load of bangle stacks.
Just for the sake of my sanity.
And yeah, this means some very bulky bangles, but sorta balanced out with some thin ones.
After making some of these I re-remembered why these are so awesome.
Just zero thinking involved. As I make more, I'll clear them out and maybe clean up the studio. Cuz I cleaned the rest of the house and moved all the stuff back in there. So now it looks like this:
Yeah, I know. But I realized though that all I really need is one of those 5 hour energy shots (which are just speed to me) and about a week to recover from it. The only reason I was able to clean the house is cuz mom came over and helped. How lame is that? No motivation. Making jewelry and blogging don't require any physical movement, you know, other than hands. Now I can't remember anything else I wanted to say because hubs farted two rooms over and the fumes cleared my brain clean.