This Is My Studio

In a conversation earlier today, I lamented to a friend that, as of late,  my life's work strongly resembles a messy house and two fussy babies.

Sounds sad.

But it's not.

It's all about the framework. If I called my home 'a studio' and our growth as a family 'art', I'm sure I'd find far more patience for the process.  The terminology sets the tone.

So, loved ones, this is my studio:

This is the pile of laundry I'm getting to since we are no longer as sick. 

*COMING UP FOR AIR*

This couch,  still covered with pillows, electric blanket and baby wraps is now clear of the ten thousand  tissues that covered it. 

*SAFE PLACE TO LET INSPIRATION HAPPEN*

Diaper station and what used to be a pile of library books.  Now only holds those that weren't cool enough to reread all week. 

*ENRICHMENT*

Bikes, walkers, toys of all kinds. They challenge and encourage the two tiny loves of my life. 

*TOOLS FOR THE JOURNEY*

This one. 

And this one. 

:) 

Love our boys, our crazy lives. 

Trying to remember to be patient with myself as I journey through the creative process.