I'm a disgrace. My fingers are always shades of blue, black, or green. My shirts have glue spots that won't wash out, and my jeans have bits of glitter imbedded in them.
I'm a paper crafter.
I try. I have scrubbies and soaps and brushes. I achieve a minimum of success in fading my stains.
My friends all know and accept this. My social circle is small, thank goodness. My church forgives my state of disarray. I have great family.
All that being said, I love the people in my life. Recently I lost one of the most important ones-my mom. She lives in heaven now. I miss her, but her death has put me on an art journaling path I might never have started otherwise. God is funny like that, using a tragedy to begin something new.
I think it's saved my sanity.
I'm in the midst of making a life changing move to a new residence, the house I've shared with mom for 7 years looks like a flea market as we sort and ready things for an estate sale. It's weird living in a space that once was serene and neat, and now is full of the contents of an 80 year life- everywhere. So, I will now be relieved to move. God is funny like that, keeping us from drowning in reluctance and sentiment.
My art room will be last to be packed. In its messiness, it's the only room that feels normal. It's always been a mess! So I sit in the mornings and reflect, read, and create. Life goes on, and life is good, because He is good.