Some sort of genetic , code created chromosome in me- bequeathed by my parents- has me constantly thinking of and planning projects.
Most , requiring physical labor, are best described as ‘working hard in my house’, or ‘working hard in my yard’.
One of last week’s projects involved re-doing a small side yard.
Now when I walk through there I can breathe. I found the prettiest periwinkle blue I could (at WalMart, in Cobalt- a misleading name). I also added some simple plants, a bench, and I am going to add white twinkle lights.
I placed a turquoise bird, that I found at one of my favorite stores, Vida (in McAllen) on a piece of limestone. This space is about peace and color and self-sufficiency.
I could never do a tutorial on painting. I just sling. I get it everywhere, but I am smiling while I am doing it.
One more project completed- a million more to do. That really makes me smile.
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