It's almost 2:30 p.m. and I haven't accomplished much today. I did work out for an hour and a half, distressed that I still have a muffin top. Well, more than a muffin top, but I continue to hope that some miracle will occur and I'll get off of the elliptical thinner than when I got on the beast. I need one of those trick mirrors like the ones in the dressing room at Nordstrom. The dresses always look great during the trying-on phase, then my picture is taken at an event wearing said dress and somehow the camera added 30 pounds and a puffier muffin. Ugh. There are no skivvies tight enough.
I'm distracted by the holidays. I love the holidays, but it's hard to focus on anything like art and impossible to catch up on housework. The loss of my studio to my "boomerang" daughter also means the loss of the sacred hiding place for Christmas gifts as they are delivered. This year, most of the gifts are larger than one can shove under a bed or hide in a shared closet. As long as we're still fetching the mountains of holiday decorations from the garage, that isn't exactly a safe haven either. It's good that no one in our family wants their holiday surprise spoiled, so no one is hunting or snooping. Maybe the best thing is to find time to wrap gifts, a specific paper for each recipient so that I can avoid tell-tale name tags, and "hide" them under a blanketed table in the pseudo-studio, aka the garage.
My distractability has caused more than a pause in being creative. I'm so glad I turned down the request to paint a cradle (for free, no less). Now and again when I find myself in the garage, I also find myself sitting at the desk and slopping a little more paint on my art journal. I had hoped to finish the collage part by last week but, alas, have been constantly distracted and hit snags in the schedule. My goal today - get in there as soon as the yard dudes are finished blowing dirt all over the front of my house and collage just one page! I need to make something.
