I was shopping with my older daughter and she bought her boyfriend a black dress shirt, So I said, “You know there’s something about a man in black.” She looked at me blankly, and I realized she had no idea whatsoever what I was talking about. How that little girl grew up with me as her momma and doesn’t know who Johnny Cash is, is completely beyond me. I was like, really? I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die?? Nothing. Ring of Fire? Nada. Proof positive that I failed as a parent. Maybe they just weren’t paying attention. Every single one of my kids know Queen and Charlie Daniels, which I suppose is better than nothing. I started taking a poll and found that my boy children are way more familiar with good music than my girls. Likely, that’s because I raised them alone. I am sure I play music louder and longer without interference. I also dance in the kitchen and that is invaluable.
You may or may not have noticed, but my creative well has been running a little dry. I’m chalking it up to ill health, stress, yada yada. Mostly it’s just that I haven’t had a rhythm. You gotta have a rhythm, at least if you are riding a crazy train anything like mine. My crazy train is usually a fairly pleasant place to while away the time. We usually have good snacks, coffee and a project to keep you entertained. Next up for me is sewing, as my younger daughter is preparing to present me with my first grandson this summer. His name is Aiden Michael. He is perfect, if there was any question. Perfect. He is in need of a leather jacket, a crib set and work booties and cowboy booties. The shopping part is about me, kids. Grammy’s got this. Aiden will be joining the lovely Raelynn in my next generation…Being a Grammy is the best gig ever… you get to love them and squish them and shop for them and then send them home.
I did a really cool, quick project today. I usually need it to be fast, because I have a short attention span. Basically, I hot-glued fabric to cardboard and nailed it to the wall. I’m doing this because you don’t have to live like a refugee. Your surroundings should make you feel beautiful and beloved… like you belong in this space. Dozer, that’s why I decorate. Everything should be beautiful, sparkle or have some special something that makes you feel good. Life is hard. You should always take your joy where you can find it… In my world, that often means a wall decoration, Johnny Cash tunes, baby shopping, you get the idea. Unlike decorating, there are many, many things Miss Shannon can’t really control. Her adult children, her nearly adult children, the weather and apparently, her waistline. Certainly, Dozer and all the important people in her life make that list. And that brings us to: Projects. Because, dammit, the fabric does what I tell it to, as does the paint or the wood. People? Well… Because you’re mine, I (try to) walk the line. Or glue it into submission.