Sometimes art night is so hard.
I want to make music.
Everything sounds trite.
I want to paint.
I have no ideas.
I can hear the kids whining downstairs.
This is the only concentrated creative time I have all week…
And the minutes are ticking away.
I want to do something great.
I’m not doing anything at all.
But thank God for that option…
Happy birthday! I couldn’t sleep and spent the wee hours of your special day amazed at your art, fabric and sewing talent! Go Mary! Beautiful! We miss you!
I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep but thanks for looking! We love and miss you too!