Blogs are tricky things. On one hand they are a source of endless inspiration. That's really swell. I mean it. On the other hand, they can cause temporarily depression (at least for me). Because people basically put their lives on display through blogging, it's easy to assume that everyone out there has a picture-perfect life, complete with a picket fence. They also seem to have an endless source of money and time. It's all too easy to develop a case of "the grass is greener." From time to time, I will get restless after looking at blogs. I'm not creative enough. I don't buy enough awesome decor. I don't live life full enough. I want to do this ... and that. It's really quite childish of me.
One thing is for sure, my life is all mine. And truthfully, I adore my life. I like that sometimes I just want to veg on the couch. I like that I take mostly horrible pictures (Okay, like is a strong word. I'm amused by it.) Yes, a lot of days I'll pick a great book over some paper and paint. I like that tiny little things are my biggest source of happiness.
To record these little joys, I've decided to make a mini album. So far I've got the cover down. I love it. It's so very me, which is more than I can say for most of what I create. Love it. .