Here I share what creativity I’ve been up to lately! Lots of paper punching and watercolors. I am scheming and trying different things to decorate for a retreat later this spring.
Helping my best friends do some remodeling at their new house. Painting, taking off wallpaper, that sort of thing, which I enjoy doing. Especially when food is involved. Plus it’s just fun to do the work with other people and see the transformation take place! Paint is amazing.
Also it gave me the chance to study a fine tapestry unearthed in the basement:
Helping decorate for a 1 year old’s birthday party. Notice how although I did have a snack I stayed focused on my work!!
Finally, decoration-making with Kathy while watching an intense spy movie!
Take pictures of yourselves being embarrassing and strange in Target.
Take pictures on hikes. Again, try not to be normal. Take pictures with your high school friends.
Take silly pictures at the mall.
Take pictures with your siblings. Be as real as possible.
Take pictures in a field just because you feel like it.
Take pictures by the campfire with a blinding flash. It can take some work, but try for that optimum “nostril” angle.
Take pictures in a blanket fort. Take pictures for no apparent reason other than “hats.”
Hand the camera to your brother and see what happens.
Take pictures in the Youth Challenge van on a trip to Cabelas.
Take pictures even when you don’t understand how to smile properly.
Take lots of pictures, because you will treasure that Christmas forever. Take lots of pictures, because the Target one will never fail to make you smile. Take lots of pictures, because you are awesome and it needs to be memorialized. Take lots of pictures, because they’ll help you see the blessings that overflow in your life. Take lots of pictures, just because.
(Remembering Katie, who took way too many pictures. She is missed.)
various fun things like my ongoing fishing feud with my brother and looking at old artwork and writings from our younger years with my cousins.
college, when I had time to write and illustrate letters, but not actually mail them.
the intense experience of crafting while watching an action spy movie. The world is about to explode and here we are gluing paper circles. “Craft, Kathy! Craft like you’ve never crafted before!”
dad stories. Not all dads are equal on this one, I think. My own Dad set a very high standard. “Ok, one more skunk story,” said Valerie’s dad (unfortunately for her family, I adopted them long ago), and we listened eagerly. Snake stories, hunting stories, horse riding stories, injury stories, car stories, stories of getting in and out of scrapes, I love them all.
You are my refuge of strength till the end.
hands that can do work. Sunshine. Encouragement. Trader Joe’s coffee. Birds.
February may be the shortest month but it was jam-packed.
Traveling to help with the move. Laughing so much. Being completely beyond exhausted.
Burning the things. I like how the sun setting behind the burn barrel makes it look as though Dad is hurling old dusty books into the eye of Sauron.
Being emo/being artistic/procrastinating continuation of epic cleaning job.
Finally I was around to celebrate Kathy’s birthday!
Hanging out with my cousins on Valentine’s day was too fun.
Valerie is a cake-decorating genius. Seriously!!
Clean laundry? Routine? Sleep? Sanity? Certain healthier food groups? These are things that February deemed “unnecessary.” I hope March feels differently.
old quilts & young hearts.
quiet moments in the middle of the crazy ones.
my brothers, and our particular way of coping with things: being ridiculous. They are God’s gifts to me for sure! What would I do without them??
the faithful friends who helped with the move. Brought trailers, lifted heavy things, made food, and showed us tons of hospitality.
[more] safe travels.
smelly old dog to keep me company while I cleaned.
puppy therapy with friends.
first birthdays, first houses, first graham crackers with blue frosting.
that Jesus never leaves me alone, He’s with me whatever I’m going through.
yet another safe drive across Nebraska.
fun times digging up old memories with my fam.
the fact that I am a paper hoarder. A hoarder of paper. It is not good.
Starbucks and peanut M&M’s.
Burger King & laughing to the pain with my brothers.
when doing laundry becomes unavoidable.
friends and family who basically encourage me to be a mooch.
friends & couches & blankets & Poirot.
brothers who take selfies like none other. :)
that God placed me in a family of really odd, crazy, hilarious people. I don’t know if I could have handled a normal upbringing.
opportunities for great joy, aka troubles. I am not loving every moment.
all the people who have shown me patience over the years, when I was/am immature and/or self-important and/or “smart” and/or using confusing/excessive punctuation.
sunsets to follow west, tumbleweeds to follow east.