This. . .

. . . . is why you always replace the top of your paint. Especially when you're in a hurry. And especially when your floors need vacuuming. [Warning: Professional klutz. Do not try this at home. Individual results may vary.]

Have you ever been up to your eyeballs in glitter and paint and glue and paper and deadlines? I feel like one of those crazy cartoons with blurry arms flying about in a giant cloud of craft materials frantically flitting from one pile of stuff to another. And sometimes it even feels like I'm working in a pile of quicksand: it seems the more I work, the deeper I find myself sinking with a mouthful of sand, or in this case, glitter and paint. And I've even been seen (in public, no less) walking around with paint on my face and glitter in my hair, or was it glitter on my face and paint in my hair. Probably both. Inevitably interruptions happen. . . Mom, I don't have any clean underwear. . . What's for supper?. . . Oh, I forgot to tell you we're supposed to go to So-and-So's anniversary party today. . .I saw Friendly licking that spoon you're using to stir the soup. . . I'm supposed to bring cupcakes to school tomorrow. . .I surprised you and came home for lunch. . . Honey, do you smell smoke. . .

. . .Yada, yada, yada I'll have some new things to post soon. And hopefully the paint will be on the papier mache and not on the floor.