. tomorrow is a new day .

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.

—  Ralph Waldo Emerson

.he always makes everything okay.

There are days when things don’t fall into place. And there are days when nothing seems right. A cloud seems to hover over you and your shoulders are heavy with a load that you don’t have enough words to explain the depth of it. These days make me want to curl up in my bed and sleep the whole day.
Then he snaps me out of my numbness. He screams for attention, his extremely loud voice echoes the whole house.  His breathless laughter, his unknown babble, his little footsteps trotting around the wooden floors…. they make anyone want to get out of bed. How can you even resist this little boy’s charisma? He is my little boy. The one little person who takes a hold of my heart and wraps his tiny little hands around it to make everything okay.

And then I just smile, get out of bed and remember know that I am truly loved.

. unexpected mornings .

. interior inspiration (Glen Proebstel) .

Glen Proebstel caught my eye today.

Just look at his use of textures, his details, his fabrics and his style. He makes imperfection beautiful.
He makes me just want to strip off all the paint from my walls, exposing it from its ‘semi-gloss’ disguise down to the bare concrete and embrace the beauty of the rugged paneling.

He makes me want to sand off the shiny finish from the wood panels on my floor to view the rough raw material that wood offers.

Damn, shame this house isn’t mine.

Oh, and the antique suitcase in the last photo… love ❤ .

.art inspiration = gabriel moreno.

His delicate lines make me want to pull my sketchbook right out from behind all this clutter.

The hint of colour in between his depth of black and white makes me want to grab all my unused pencils and abandoned paint tubes.

The tone of the blacks and highlights of whites make me want to draw. Make me want to paint.
Man, these empty canvases sitting beside me at my desk need to be filled. I MUST find my inspiration soon.

Gabriel Moreno could have possibly given me a head start.

. mantra .

Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.

— Mahatma Gandhi

. round and round we go…

I laughed until my belly hurt on this one Thursday evening.

We drank champagne and we ate caviar. We spoke endlessly. We even danced on a pole. One person I have known for years. The others have been in my life for five minutes, five minutes that have been an absolute pleasure.

On this one Thursday evening, I felt like me again. I felt like my heart was smiling with pure emotion. I felt like my feet were firmly planted on the ground, maybe a bit wobbly from the vodka, but definitely grounded.

Did I mention I laughed until my belly hurt?  I haven’t done this is a long time.