I wake up, no where to rush off to first thing in the morning.
Make breakfast for my child and I….something healthy.
look at the calendar….classes start at noon.
watercolor, quilting, embroidery, polymer clay, rughooking……….
answer emails and phone calls, about my creative art expression classes for both children and adults.
Head to the library……pick up some books about painting and polymer clay.
My son comes with me to work everyday, we hang out, talk, laugh, make art with people, listen to music.
Friends come to teach more art classes, it’s like a party.
It’s sunny, big picture windows let the sunshine stream through the windows, fresh flowers on the counter, children’s artwork hangs on the wall.
art books line the wall, a library to fuel our imaginations, the floor, polka dotted with bright cheery paint.
Adults laugh, talk about life, their worries melt away while they endeavor to create, bringing forth bits of their souls.
children, giggle to discover how good it feels to use lime green paint on large crisp sheets of paper, with big handled brushes.
We recycle, and find all kinds of uses for toilet paper rolls.
I love this, it feels like play, I pay my bills, our needs are met.