Day 2, a day late

As and artist balancing role of wife, I have learned that the optimal times to  create are between the hours of husband asleep and husband work.  And yes, I did do my art homework yesterday- here it is. A tiny little piece of hipster art that Josh won’t let me wear in public because it screams “alcoholic.” I fancy artistic and eco friendly thankyouverymuch. Nevertheless, they are for my little seester who can wear them anywhere and not have her beverage choices called into question. Today, I am working on another apron and I will post pictures later tonight. I love being able to sew without a pattern, just like I love to cook without a recipe. In short, I don’t like being told what to do. 

I like the word "rogue."

            Today has been a wonderfully creative day so far. After wasting three hours this morning, accomplishing only making the bed, Boomer and I worked our way upstairs, pulled out the fabric and turned on a documentary about the Shakers. Yes, I like PBS documentaries- it happens when you grow up with them on all the time. Plus, I love being able to relax, learn, and create at the same time.  The Shakers (albeit a little crazy in my book) saw their work (to create) as an act of worship. “Create as if you had a thousand years to complete a task…” I like that philosophy on the attention to detail.

Boomer is a very "helpful" supervisor. Actually, he has an attachment problem.

            I was looking for a “job” today, but I just can’t bring myself to work another entry level job. I have a degree, and so far, the only thing I learned from my degree is self sufficiency. I hope that I can make stuff and sell it. My goal is to make enough things to open an etsy store by next Friday. I desperately want to help Josh alleviate the bills so we can start saving. We share so many dreams and I want to make them come true. I hope that we don’t end up like every other married couple- letting our dreams die at the hands of “American productivity.” That in itself terrifies me.

But it's ok, because he's cute.

            But, the terror, in a sick way, keeps me motivated. I am currently reading Walden (Josh, Emerson… we make for an interesting couple) and Boomer, the back of his eyelids. Yes, Boomer sleeps in the bed now (and he doesn’t poop in the kennel either). All three of us sleep better now. Digress! As we share passages from the books we are reading, we dream together- hiking, sailing, getting lost. I love the intuitive nature of the Transcendentalist movement. I know a lot of people don’t care for the Transcendentalists, but I think it’s how you take it. Reason, to them, is second to intuition, but I believe reason has its place- just like the woods have a place, and so does man. It is always refreshing to step back and take a look at humanity- I can see by the first pages of Walden that man hasn’t changed at all. We’ve worsened. Second law of thermodynamics in action.