Today was one of those rare days that I reserved to spend in the studio. The entire thing! These are my favorite kinds of days. My goal was to finish decorating the presents, because although they were wrapped, I had just written the name of each recipient on the bottom until I had the time to package them up the way I wanted. I got a jump start on it late yesterday afternoon and had such a hard time making myself leave this room that my sweet, beautiful souled Man picked up dinner from my favorite Italian restaurant and we had a picnic in the studio while Emmy was at school practicing for her holiday concert. I adore that my family loves this studio as much as I do!
I thought that if I split the effort of wrapping 35ish gifts into multiple parts, it would be enjoyable rather than a chore. Well, it turns out towards the end it was a chore anyway because I think it's just not possible to wrap that many gifts without feeling a bit desperate to move on. So move on I did.
After I finished the wrapping, the next thing on my studio to do list was to work on an ornament project for a swap I'm doing with some friends. The problem is that I woke up with a different project in my head. Here's something I've learned during this past year of creativity, when I have an idea that won't leave my head I have to work on it straight away. I can't concentrate on anything else and I won't act right until it's done.
So I finished my wrapping, took care of some important business like ordering more mica and bottlebrush trees, because...priorities, and then got to work. The best kind of work. My floors may be a mess, my windows need to be washed, I have a basket full of ironing, but I have a jar with a winter deer scene in it. And that is just how my life works. You can probably imagine what it's like to live with me.
Luckily I have just enough time this afternoon to clean the floors and get a shower before my people get home and realize that I have been lost in the studio all day. Well first I guess I need a tea break. Because I'm determined to live my life more Britishly. I'm practically the real thing. I have a collection of Cath Kinston bags, Siri talks to me in an English accent, I watch as much BBC television as I can (sometimes even without the closed captioning), I have tea and biscuits in the afternoon and my youngest calls me Mum. We all need goals. Cheers!