Camille sat the basket on the counter and started to unpack its contents. She kept her grandbaby Fallon after school three times a week so she knew that peanut butter was a must. Other than that she grabbed a few bags of instant flavored rice, a small tub of butter, some mayonnaise so she could finish making her chicken salad for lunch, and a can of Spam for sandwiches that week. It wasn’t much but this was all that she needed this week as far as groceries went.
While she was double checking to make sure that this was everything her phone beeped and vibrated on the counter.
Um antigo índio Cherokee disse a seu neto: filho meu, dentro de cada um de nós existe uma batalha entre dois lobos, um é malvado! É a ira, a inveja, o ressentimento, a inferioridade, as mentiras e o ego. O outro é o benévolo! É a felicidade, a paz, o amor, a esperança, a humildade, a bondade, a empatia, a caridade e a verdade.. O menino parou, pensou um pouco e perguntou: avô, quem ganha? O ancião responde: AQUELE QUE VOCÊ ALIMENTAR.." e vc qual lobo está alimentando? Excelente semana para todos
Camille shut the sunroom door behind her with her foot as she carried in a small basket full of groceries. She stopped by the supermarket on her way home that afternoon to pick up a few things that she needed to complete her lunch and dinner for the day. Her daily meals were vastly different now than what she was accustomed to cooking. Her big family meals that use to feed a small army were now relegated to one pot quick fixes for one, sometimes two if her sister were at home.
Her home use to bustle with the noise of her family, but that even became a ghost of the past. Her eldest daughter Lillie finally ventured into her own apartment while her second oldest Lola moved in with her girlfriend and her daughter. Shayne, her only son, was living a few cities over with his wife and their son and her teenage daughter Leia, who was now married as well, lived with her husband and his family. Her life had changed so much within the past year and a half that she could no longer keep up with what was happening.
The only thing she knew is that everything she knew could change in an instant.
As I prepare for my next creative project (which I think is going to be a (full-size, human) house) I’m looking back at the work I’ve done over the last few years. I like to learn from it and use it to help me decide what direction my creativity wants to go.
I love this doll house kitchen that I built. It was my very first room and a lot of trial and error went it to making it happen.
There is also a sink that gained some fame and a chair that never went anywhere.
For me, I get excited about always being a work in progress. Learning from my mistakes i’m letting them drive my creative journey.
What makes you feel creative? Does looking back on your old projects make you want to be better or do you long for what once was?
La locataire de cet appartement. ,jeune femme coquette et nonchalante à jeté plutôt que déposer ces emplettes et les divers paquets au hasard...un beau désordre.....et un thé bien chaud pour se remettre de son escapade.....
All done with the #chessboard for Joy's #dollhouse. She convinced me to use the first one I made (which had spaces too small for the pieces) as the base pedestal for this one. I think it turned out pretty good. I even added a drawer that holds all the pieces.
What do you think?
Should I make stools, or chairs for it?