Have you ever worked your arse off, due to putting off a cleaning project for days, weeks, months, maybe years only to find that holy crap it was a lot of work? My weekend cleaning extravaganza was such a big project, I didn't want to do it. But I had to. I had to avoid… Continue reading Thank goodness I made it to Tuesday
Author: Shelley
Letting my quirk out one post at a time.
Bugs galore and flowers we adore
Nature will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. - Henry David Thoreau A random Sunflower plant is growing in my rocks - must've been a mouse or a vole that planted it there? I love the tiny… Continue reading Bugs galore and flowers we adore
How dust bunnies grow
It's been one heck of a busy morning week month year lifetime of dust bunny growth in our house since our little birds flew the empty nest I can't remember when. I frankly don't give a f*** about dust on my books... or nose prints on the windows... Until I start to sneeze or we… Continue reading How dust bunnies grow
Thoughts on a creative rabbit hole of despair
As a creative person, have you ever went down the rabbit hole of despair? The trail down there is rough and rocky. The nuggets of nourishing things don't seem quite as appealing to you as they did when you first tried them out? You find yourself nibbling on random things, hoping something tasty will trigger… Continue reading Thoughts on a creative rabbit hole of despair
Who is your interior decorator?
Are you over 50 and feeling like you’re not sure why your house looks like you never really discovered a “look”? You’re not alone. We have let our life become our interior decorator. This month, I've been taking a serious look at our home. From the distance, looking in. I'm surprised at how much I… Continue reading Who is your interior decorator?
A dreamy morning
I have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. - J. B. Priestley When I see the glow of a red sun hidden behind the trees, I know I just have to grab the camera… Continue reading A dreamy morning