Thursday, October 7, 2010
Put me, a pot or two of ink and a screen in the same room and you’re asking for trouble. I am the very definition of Screenprinting Disaster. There’s mess everywhere and there’s a great, goofy, beaming, smile on my dial.
That worn out t-shirt up there is evidence of the screenprinting disaster zone. It’s old and unglamourous and the Mr’s work t-shirt from ancient times. It’s also the one I wore with great purpose when I was busy birthing the third kid. In between all the huffery and puffery I’d look down at the Love Your Work. Except from where I was standing/climbing walls/yelling at lung tops, it was reading an upside down Work Your Love. I dig that scuzzy t-shirt.
In other highly creative output news the Mr and I have been baking cookies. I shall say nothing more in the interests of cloak and dagger-ish-ness, except for the bit about them being seriously scrummy as a tea accoutrement.
In yet more secret-squirrel-because-it-may-yet-fall-in-a-heap news, my eldest and me are plotting some collaborative mischief, concocted over teeth brushing and brainstormed through toothpaste foam this morning. I am ITCHING to haul that kid out of school early and GET CRACKING.
And it’ll be eggs on toast for dinner tonight.
Hold on to your hat and pop by Kirsty’s for this week’s creative space, whirlwind, world tour...