People wonder if there are actual children that live here at Thistlewood Farm.
Children who eat Cheetos.
Children who walk through the mud and the rain and the puddles and then rejoice in bringing all that outside in.
Children who draw with markers and crayons and make crafts involving paper and glue and glitter and fairy dust.
Children who build forts in the creek and crawdad ponds in the field and have cornered the market on turtle hotels.
Do those children live here?
And the answer is….a resounding….yes. Yes to the 100th power.
Those are the EXACT children that live here.
Except with a little more mud and glitter and a friendly salamander hut or two.
And then when I say yes. People actually lift their eyebrows and smirk at me.
Smirky disbelieving eyebrows?
They look around and they want to know where all the dirt and the glitter and the mud….
…..and if the salamander ever leaves a poopy present behind….for us to find later?
And they want to know when I clean and write the blog….
…..and supervise the four children and the turtles and the cats and the dogs and the salamanders?
And the truth is.
I used to be so much better at the cleaning and organizing and dusting and mopping and ironing and vacuuming.
But that was BB.
Before I realized how creative you all were.
That was before I wanted to read and write and laugh and create instead of cleaning.
So I had to get creative.
I had to figure it out.
And I asked myself, “Why…..why bother with the dusting and vacuuming and ironing and sweeping?”
When you have photo editing?
I wanted to take pictures of the twins room.
And I set up the tripod and the camera and I walked around trying to get better angles of this sweet little chair by the window with the light shining through. And I moved the furniture around and chopped the pillows and adjusted the drapes and I was so happy with this sweet little room with the sweet little seat overlooking the pond.
Until I went to post the pictures.
And realized that I never vacuumed.
And that you would know that I spent my time creating and laughing and reading…..and not vacuuming.
But why stress.
Why worry….when I have the power of the photo editing at my finger tips.
I just edited out my non-vacuum shame.
And now I look like I blog, have four children, fix macaroni and cheese, sew polka dot drapes, paint striped curtains rods….
Now you see the tablecloth that needs to be ironed.
Now you see the rug and think….again….again with the no vacuuming.
Now you decide that you will never read this blog again until this vacuuming issue gets resolved.
Now you see it…..
Now you don’t.
I put this monogram project on the end of the bed.
10 minutes before I took these pictures.
10 minutes that I should have been ironing and steaming and dusting….and removing chalk from monogram projects.
But now you see it.
Now you don’t
All because of photo editing.
So all you eyebrow raisers….take note.
Photo editing instead of vacuuming and dusting and ironing.
It’s so 2012.
So where it’s at.
And with all my free time….I’m starting on my first book, “Salamander’s Who Leave Poopy Presents Behind….and The People Who Love Them.”
For more monogrammed projects….be sure to check out my monogram projects page.