An Introduction to My Youngest Child

So this was going to be a nice post, explaining a bit more about me, my family, my art, and why I say everything's crazy.  But, as always, my seven-year-old trumped me with a better statement to illustrate why my life is so very, very bizarre.  While driving home from a protracted music lesson this afternoon, my dear son (who desperately needed to use the restroom) said: "Hurry up Mom.  My trouser snake is about to become a spitting cobra."

Yep.  Now you understand what I live with on a daily basis.  I'll share more later. 

Piece.

Welcome to my personal brand of crazy

So I've been putting this off for a while, now.

I know I should really write a blog to bring more eyeballs (and the money associated with them) to my website (www.PiecefulDesign.etsy.com) .  I really can't spend a couple of hours a week prattling on about my inspirations, hopes, dreams......that's just not me.  I suspect you'd rather hear things like how my mom gave me a black eye at the Hoover Dam.  After all, that's what I'd like to read.

My parents say I tell really funny stories....but I'm a little afraid that they're the same kind of parents that tell their awful kids on American Idol that they're going to be stars.  My husband says I'm funny looking-- but we have been married for 17 years, so he can say that.  My kids, well....they just think I'm an idiot.

Regardless, this really has been a crazy couple of years in my life.  Some say I've got an interesting story to tell....so maybe I'll start with that in the next few days.  I'm going to tell you the ending first, though: I lived.

OK.  I'd better get back to making some bowls, now......check out what I make at www.PiecefulDesign.etsy.com

Piece.