I’m overwhelmed. Like hands full with too many things at the back of the grocery store and I didn’t get a cart, overwhelmed. There’s too much to do, it all needs to be done well and being one of those face painters at the Renaissance Fair is looking ideal. When am I going to learn? Things seem…
If I were a hairdresser, I would want to be called a “dresser” and not a “stylist.” I would own a little two chair place in a small town, tucked close to a bakery. Every morning, just as the sun was coming up, I would walk to work. Down the hill, past the small garage…
The British Museum is following me on Twitter. I realize this is of little importance to most people. They do follow 38,600 tweeters, so I understand the lack of enthusiasm. For me though, this is sort of like, oh I don’t know, Queen Elizabeth, the first one, showing up at my door and telling me she,…
If I lived in a lighthouse, I would bake fresh bread every Saturday and my cookie jar would always be full. I would wear wellies, worn out jeans, and sweaters. I would have a big down coat with a fur trimmed hood. When I came in from outside, I would leave my boots at the…
Bah, bah, black sheep have you any wool? I woke up this morning with those words running through my mind. I’m pretty sure this could be the first step on the slippery slope to the crazy house. My brain kept saying it over and over again, while I made lunches, got dressed and even while…
Someday I will be dead. I know it’s an obvious statement for a lot of people, but I’ve only recently thought about it. I don’t normally feel mortal. I mean I get that I won’t live forever, but I’m not exactly in touch with the death thing. I don’t do any death defying work or…