Gettin' it done: I've come to a sudden realization that this unyielding need to create is beginning to branch a bit outside my comfort zone. And while my nicely manicured nails of yesteryear are almost laughable at this point, the brilliance of Paraffin dips and CeraVe cream are aiding my tired hands. In all honesty, the end result and wholehearted effort of my newfound experiments makes paint stains, repetitive strain injury and wood splinters feel pretty insignificant. Oh, the tiny details.
Just when I thought we were finally moving closer to warmer days, the temperature plummets to a bitter cold 9 degrees and gorgeous white once again falls from the sky like powdered sugar through a sifter. Alex and I are totally over it, but my younger brother, of course, cheers any school cancellation prospects.