It has been a super Saturday.
The shop did well with sales.
The workshop was full of creativity and joy.
After we closed the shop, we released our inner arty farty-ness.
... and these photos, taken by The Motivator, to show my painting in sections. I love the colours and all the cells that came to the surface, but it's not as I imagined.
I can't share The Motivator's work without her permission and I didn't take photos of the other artworks yet, so that will all come ... if I remember lol ... you know how I keep promising to share things and then completely forget ðĪŠ
I love how different and beautiful everybody's work is at the end of the sessions.
I love hearing the laughter and frivolity from the training room on the mornings when the workshops are happening.
I love when our customers want to know "what's going on in the back room?"
I love going in there every hour or so to see how each piece of art is progressing.
I love how inspired The Motivator is after each session.
I love how the participants always want to return for another session with new ideas and to try something different.
I love having a go myself.
It was 2.15pm when I arrived home and of course the pool called to me, so I lolled around in the water for about an hour and a half, then sat under the Bali hut listening to meditation music while I dried off.
I watched some Super Saturday football.
I watched "Little Women" and "Legends of the Fall" on TV.
So it's been a super Saturday all round.
Now I'm going to sleep. I have big plans for GF pancakes with banana and bacon and maple syrup for breakfast by the pool!
Nite all.
I'm lazy and selfish and spend too much time on the internet. I love to be creative with photography and jewellery and sketching with pencil and pastels. I'm happier now than I have ever been and I love everything about my life ... where I live, my home, my fantastic grown up children, my lifestyle, my friends, my dogs and last but not least my wonderful adoring husband. Life is good!
Nice to see you!
Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.
Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.
Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**
Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!
So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!
Welcome to my dilemna!!
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