"So why not go to bed?" you ask.
I am Maum & I cannot sleep until I know my kid(s) is in for the night.
Seriously, I've nodded off before, but instantly wake up in a panic thinking hours have gone by & the kid is weeks late coming home when in fact I was asleep (literally) for less than sixty seconds. I am Maum, I paranoid, I worry.
So, before this turns into a realllllllly looooooong thing that makes even less sense than a tuxedo wearing duck in waders, I'll post a couple of pics of one of my latest pieces. It's kind of a recycled thing, that I am more than tickled with the (almost) finished product.
And with that, I leave you to watch TV & hope that the Squab gets home soon. Honestly, I have no doubt that I will be one hundred and fifty years old, living with one of my kids & still waiting up form them to come home from work. I'm slightly attached.
Aloha, hugs & bubbles until later,