Life with a creative little person

A friend has gently reminded me that my blog posting has not been what it used to be. And I can't agree more. And I'm not going to make any excuses, because well, life happens.

This morning, I was the first one up. Such a nice, quiet time to get yourself composed for the day. Or, in my case, go through the gazillion digital pictures and edit them. I came across this one, of my little artist in the making.....

What do you think of that? Fortunately for her, highlighter comes off with about 3 good face washings!

We've had a busy month so far. The son will be playing in the first official hockey game of the season today, so there's been a lot of practices and exhibition games in the last few weeks. And we seem to have attended a lot of birthday parties, for both young and old. In fact, one more this afternoon! Then, I think we don't have any until mid-Nov.

I've also been spending a lot of time in my little home studio, getting ready for a big craft show that takes place the first weekend in Dec. It's the Delbrook Christmas Craft Fair in North Vancouver, Dec. 1st from 10-4pm. And if you get a chance to come, please stop by my table!

What else...oh, and I'm fortunate to again be registered for a scrapbooking convention in Seattle! I'm very excited to be going, especially since our humble Cdn dollar will go that much further for all of the shopping that I intend to do!

But, life is not all rosey. My sister and I now have the task of cleaning up Mom's apartment. The thought of this has put me into a somewhat depressed state of mind. I have avoided going there, since I still struggle to accept that she is gone. But, I think that perhaps, this has been why I'm the one sibling that is having so much trouble with our new reality of life without Mom.

I'm sorry if I have not been keeping up with my friends this past year. It's just that I can hardly keep my composure when asked about how I'm doing. In fact, I'm writing this now to avoid actually talking about it. I'm fine when there's no mention of Mom's name, but as soon as the topic is raised, I'm like a water fountain. I never knew that so much of my identity was rooted in her. So much so that, I've been fighting to not lead the (at times) unhappy life that she did. I can't write anymore. I'll leave it for now.