Life right now feels very extreme…extremely profound, extremely sweet, extremely exhausted, extremely challenging, extremely full. Nothing is moderate or lukewarm (other than the drop of milk on my wrist sixteen times a day).
Little moments are priceless. If only I had a camera in my head…a little SD card that popped in my forehead and captured a pic every time I blinked. No need for Instagram- my filter is always on “punch drunk joy” (which for some reason always has rounded corners and a vintage haze).
Part of this extremism is my extreme urge for sweets all the time. I mean literally, it’s 4am right now, and my heart is breaking that there are no peanut butter bars or Oreo balls waiting for me in the fridge. Must whip up a fresh batch in the morning…oh wait, it is morning. I hope my insurance covers crazy sleep-deprived, self-induced diabetes coma.
The beauty is inside and out….from this drizzly Fall weekend and the plump grapes growing out back, to heaping piles of warm swaddle blankets and tiny little jammies, fresh from the dryer. Sometimes I’m almost giddy, tiptoeing around the house clutching my Canon and hunting for something pretty to capture.
I’ve got a fun sewing tutorial on the docket for tomorrow…excited to share it as I help Free Spirit Fabrics celebrate 12 Weeks of Christmas…but let’s leave that for tomorrow. Today’s all filled up. :)