Wednesday, November 5, 2008
missing
Have you seen my muse? I think I got too wrapped up in politics. Muses don't like politics. So, I got really crazy this week. I decided to tear out the whole floor/bottom of my craft closet. I piled it all up in the middle of the craft room. Good grief! Where did all this junk come from? I found some missing restaurant gift cards that I've been looking for since last Thanksgiving. Seriously. I also went through the whole stash of kid art. I've been stashing it away since pre-school. I guess now that he's taller than me, it was time. Oh my goodness. I recommend that you get out the tissue box before trying to go through over a decade of art projects. All those sweet little notes and handmade cards. My heart is full. My closet is orderly. My muse is still missing.
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So sorry to hear that your muse is MIA! My muse has been working overtime- I have been working late in my studio each night watching the election coverage. Maybe it needs to meet up with your muse so I will feel like cleaning up my studio! te he he!
I am making a pact to snap out of my funk and get busy.
COME BACK MUSE!!!
I'm sorry you can't find your muse. Maybe now that you have done some heavy duty cleaning, it will come back. How about coming over and stamping with Chelsea and I while we watch Greys Anatomy tonight? Please, pretty please? :) I have plenty of room! Sherri
I haven't seen it, but then I haven't seen mine, either. Perhaps they went away together?
It looks like on your way to finding your muse you found a special heart-filled path of memories and love. Your muse is clever. :)
I think perhaps our muse's have run away together? mine isn't far away but still seems annoyingly out of reack.. good luck!
Awww..Tami. Your muse is just resting up and will be back (probably is already) with a big SPLASH! I still get all misty, teary and sentimental as I look at items, art, gifts and notes my children gave to me over the years. I know what you mean. Some of my greatest and most treasured pieces in my home were made by my children.
Hugs to you!
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