It’s not that I don’t know how to keep a perfect house. And it’s not that I don’t like it clean, orderly, and dust free; however, other pursuits take priority.
I have a watercolor print in my office with a little mouse writing at a desk: The last line says, “I will create while other mice play.” Insert work for play, and that’s me in a nutshell. Mom would be calling me to do the dishes, and where was this suddenly deaf Lilly? Perched in the top of the apple tree writing stories and poems.
You’ve heard of Van Gogh and his blue period; I have had various artistic periods, as well, some of the evidence of which lies below.
My cross-stitch and needlepoint:
My press-flower phase:
My folk-art phase:
My ceramic period:
My quilt period:
All of these phases continue to ebb and flow in my life, skirting in and out of the clutter and chaos of my not so orderly home, but music, writing, and books are forever! He who dies with the most . . . songs, crafts, art, rough drafts, and books wins!
