LOST.

It has been an awfully long time since I talked to myself. It is my presumption that this blog is talking to myself, and I'm fine with that. But I wonder where I went, and that just isn't good. So I'm sitting here surrounded by my very sweet 4-legged boys, and loving the silence (but not so much Marley's snoring).


One marathon and several lovely escapes and many halfs later, it's December 1 and I'm overwhelmed. I feel like I have neglected my home and shirked my duties as a crapbooker and like I want to take a week off of life to catch up: can that happen?

At the end of the day I am very happy to come home and be by myself...I think I need more of that.

I am looking forward to painting another room and creating a new work space. Needed: more hours in the day.