Tonight I had the gals from Cornerstone over to make jewelry. It's so cool to see the creative side of my friends, and yet strange to put them in a situation that is foreign to them but familiar to me. They had a good time, but I didn't get a single picture to share.
I feel like taking a picture in the morning sunshine with the camera on the ground because my floors? They're clean. It will last for about a day until they get flocked with dog hair and dust. I feel like our house is a perpetual state of mess because I'd rather do so many other things than clean. Someone recently relayed to me what a wise woman (Reid) once said: a house is meant to be lived in. Well, ours is that. I apologize to the neatniks who come to visit.