As only a bratty little sister can do, she called me a “Quitter” in response to yesterday’s post. She told me that I could quit, “if that was the EXAMPLE” I wanted to set for my children. So, she advised, I should just “quit my crying and post a picture!” (Whatever, Brat I can live with that!). But just to show her I’m not quitting quite yet I do have a picture for today. While this can’t be considered a highlight, it is the thing that woke me up at 2AM and wouldn’t let me get back to sleep.
My creative space. Usually my favorite room, this is a charming room above the garage where I keep all my treasures, widgets and bobbits. A place where I can sneak off to a room of my own to work on whatever nonsense my brain conjures up. A place where Natives would love to explore but are forbidden entry. They’d make a mess of it. Unfortunately, this is what it looks like without their help. A violent expulsion of the attic. A disorganized, uninspiring, uninviting, foreboding looking place. Now, to make matters worse, I’m afraid to go up there. Cowboy spotted a vole, a mole, a mouse – something rodent like in the garage and I’m thinking it’s up there. We’ve used this room for our guests before, now I think I’d rather die if we had an unexpected guest announcement and I had to go up there to conquer this disaster so fiercely protected by that rodent-like creature in my current condition. Regardless, I post this now because I was thinking about it this early morning. My hope is that in a year’s time I’ll be able to see this before picture in relation to the room I intend it to become, once I gain my agility, balance and fierceness back to defeat Maestro Rodent*!
* not really. I’ll probably send Spitfire and Tater Dog on the hunt to secure the premises before I venture in to conquer the mess. Maestro Rodent’s are usually too fierce for me . Cowboy’s convinced there’s nothing up there.