the morton salt girl is someone i’ve admired since i was little. her umbrella and shoes, so sweet and enduring. every time i baked cookies in my mom’s kitchen, she was there with me. maybe i could dress up like her for halloween! if i were back at home in seattle, the neighbors would sure appreciate me taking care of the slugs as i poured salt behind me and collected their candy… see the other drawings at inkfinger.

some crafting cures that didn’t work for me today (see last post) but maybe they will work for you, take a peek. my plans for tonight? maybe riding my bike and until it gets dark and then baking an apple pie. there is still time to have a good ending.

thank goodness for my husband, who cheered me with hugs and surprises: a great magazine and a bag of candy corn, mmmm. and to janet! your fresh air earrings are coming very soon! a cup of tension tea and goodnight now.**

i’m in a feeling of being uncomfortable in my own skin today. i struggle. i slug. i feel an unexplained strain within myself and it’s all an annoyance because i have so much to be happy about! the good old standbys aren’t even helping today (drawing, painting, reading, listening) so i wait for tomorrow. i suppose we can’t have full bliss all the time. and yesterday was wonderful. so i sense tomorrow will be too. usually my own discontent clues me in on what i want to change, like warnings and nudges to show me that something just isn’t working and i need to recognize and grow.

but today? it just feels so unnecessary, like a little bug bite that’s constantly itching, itching…i just need to wait for it to go away. wish there was some calamine lotion for this…

i like to drive barefoot, though its probably illegal.

i love to sing, though i am shy about it.

i love shopping, but i hate to spend money.

i love to vacuum, but my home has all wood floors.

the six year old me wants to be a firefighter when i grow up.

i’m a health nut and i love sweets.

deep waters scare me more than anything.

i really want a polaroid camera.

last night i dreamed i was in italy. and our trip was over, but we didn’t want to leave. so we stayed for a few extra days. it was a good dream.

see more of the beauty.

there is nothing better than hearing the noise of the screen door become ajar and the mail drop through the delivery slot. this busy day will later be rewarded by looking through my favorite magazine and admiring my new card set from kingpod, aren’t they gorgeous? the pretty stash even included a yummy recipe card~thanks so much amy!

and kath wants to know what the fifth sentance in the 23rd post from my archives says, ahem: “i went through a couple luna bars all curled up under the covers, it was delicious.” =)