Sometimes art night is so hard.
I want to make music.
Everything sounds trite.
I want to paint.
I have no ideas.
I’m tired.
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!
– C
I’m sorry you couldn’t sleep but thanks for looking! We love and miss you too!