My painting, which looked so big in the old house, now seems small and insignificant.
Can't wait to start painting again.
Yesterday we cleared my art studio of all the boxes and junk that still needs sorting (read: should-be-chucked-away, hope the husband didn't hear that), to make room for 11 hysterical children that will attend Son#1's birthday party.
Yay.
We even mowed the lawn. Our own grass. For the first time in our lives.
The husband is worried.
We seem to be turning into gardeners.
Afterwards, we had wine, which was lovely.
It even stopped raining so we could sit outside.
Meanwhile, Son#2 stayed home again, talks incessantly and his eye has finally started to deflate.
Not sure if you could call it deflating, but the swelling is flopping in on itself, like a souffle.
Poor little man - he does not appreciate the attention that his eye gets; wants to sit and stand away from all people.
The sun is shining though, and I'm off to the supermarket to buy supplies for tomorrow's Party of the Year.
Calm and peace!
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