My official uniform.
Come on...Isn't it pretty?
This is what I wear to do
my best work.
It generates creative energy...
brings about great works...
I was having a pretty serious conversation
with my 16 year old the other morning.
She stopped, looked at me and said,
I was like, "What?"
She pointed at me.
The rest was unspoken.
Could it be the stains,
that had her in awe?
How could she take me seriously like this,
Now I have been known,
well...no one sees me I dare hope,
to work in my nightie.
sand in the garage,
drive to school with a trench coat over it,
clean the house,
and run my business in it.
Now I manage to keep this private,
well, it used to be private.
Wrong you say?
Don't argue with an artist(said with flare)!
Adorned with paint...wax...
whatever else I get into to...
It is what it is.
I love it...the softest of cotton knits,
It even looks good with any shoe choice
and a hoodie makes it work year round.
It is me.
I wake and am OFFFFFF...
weilding brushes, sanders and creating.
Why ruin yet another pair of jeans or sweatsirt?
Oh and my office...ahhh, island.
My dining room table....
ahh, breeding ground of custom cut stencils...
Baskets o' wood ready for
some inspirational words...
in my dining roon corner.
Me, my life and my things of beauty.
I love it.
Tell me your secrets...
(Yes, my working peers owe me for telling you my secret...
I may be known for a story or two while working with my girls!
They made me promise to tell.)