art, books & bubbly
I'm without a doubt enthusiastic about how my most recent piece is shaping up.
I hope to finish it up this weekend with a few other projects I've got splayed all over the kitchen counters. Poor Matthew, our house is always strewn with toys or my projects.
I can by no means appear to get them each picked up at the same time.
In different news, I've bought ebook 3 of both Shades of Grey and The Hunger Games.
I'm hoarding them till I have some thing else to move directly to.
Do inform, what are we studying now?
For no cause at all.
But that bubbly is a calling my name.
In truth, I have hardly really been drinking at all lately. Since Tagg was born. Which really means since before I was pregnant. Nothing for maybe a few weeks? And not sure before that. I'm just so tired at night and quite frankly waking up is hard enough without the added head pang from too much wine.
Now that I've confessed in order to y'all nonetheless be my friend?
Maybe take me out for liquids and attach this sober hassle?