Not too surprising all things considered. Last week was filled with this, that and the next thing and I was anticipating the Wellington Garden Center Auction, which was held this past Saturday. My friend Nicole and I spent a couple of hours previewing everything on Friday, I had time for a quick nap before I drove the bus that afternoon and we were all at the auction by 8:30 Saturday morning.
And oh my, was it cold! And snowing. And crowded. But, more about that another time. . .
I didn't get home until 5 on Saturday and once I started poking through everything I had gotten (I mayhave come home with a bit more than I had intended. . . ) I just felt so sad . . . I had brought home bits and pieces of someone else's dream. A dream that had died . . .
And so, when I got up this morning and looked around at a house that needed digging out once again, ( A never ending task . . .) I was feeling quite blue.
I spent a little time wallowing in it, and then, since I'm a grownup (most of the time), filled the sink with hot, soapy water and set the first load of dirty dishes to soak.
I didn't stop there though. I think the best cure for the blues is to first do something that needs to be done, and then something that wants to be done.
For me, today, that was to make something pretty. Something that only I can make.
I started with a photo I took last year that I love, added some textures and a little French script, played with the dodge and burn tools and finished up with a quote that really speaks to me these days . .
Here's the original picture
and here's what I did with it
I'm going to print it and hang it on my bulletin board right above my computer screen. Because sometimes it's nice to have more that just an image on a screen. What do you do when you're feeling blue??