Thursday, September 17, 2009

What have I become...

Today I was talking to a friend and she was telling me all of her ideas and "crafts" that she has been up to. It was at this moment that I realized that this pregnancy has sucked the creativeness out of my body.
I am now content with empty walls, unpacked boxes and just a rather blahness in my design around my house. This goes against everything I believe in, yet I refuse to fight it. I'm just plain and boring for now. I don't have any fight in me. I don't have those design ideas pouring out of me like I used to. Maybe just maybe someday I will be me again. But for now if my friends from KC come to visit my house, don't expect anything other than ordinary. And don't expect me to have a "craft" project out. I haven't been making curtains, or burp clothes or blankets. I haven't been hanging photos or hot gluing anything. Nothing has been done and I fear that side of my brain will soon forget how to function.
Now that I'm done venting, I have a few OLD pics to post. I just found these on my SD card. These are from the townhomes back in April or May. Shortly before we moved. Made me smile.
Ms Paige Monster goin for a ride. (Please don't look at her hair, she was going for the whole "I just took a ride in a tornad0" look.
My cover shot for Babes & Bikes.

Don't know what he's doing, but he sure thinks he's funny.

Tommy and Daddy

Someone was too shy to get on the bike...

4 comments:

elizabeth said...

The way I see it, is that you're going to live in that house for life. Who cares if it takes you a year to unpack? Your house was fine when I saw it in June, and I'm sure you've made at least a little progress.

The Pagets in Florida said...

I would like to point out that your decorating taste was modified when we stopped by for a visit. It went from construction to the ever-so-popular retro cardboard boxes you seemed to care for so much at one time in your life. You must have a hidden propensity for the corrugated paper in the form of cardboard. Who needs pictures when you can artistically stack boxes like blocks releasing your inner child once more to demonstrate the true cubist within. Alas, we can not all be as fortunate as you. My wife makes me keep the boxes hidden in the closet or collapsed behind the couch or worse yet, she gives them away to those whom she feels is more needing than I. You could say she is suppressing the very medium with which you have taken to designing a living space around. May you continue to be fortunate enough to decorate in a way which defines your inner self.

Amy R said...

Once the pregnancy & post-partum stuff is all over you'll probably go nuts. You'll have so much pent-up creativity to get out that you may go overboard.

Laura F said...

So, I hate to be too cliche here, but how about my pointing out that you're "creating" an awful lot these days! How about a playdate this week - Justin's going to be gone all week so I have no laundry or dinner pressures. Just playing.