The idea of running away is starting to appeal to me. Although, it looks a bit different from the fantasies of my 6-year-old self. Back then, I sort of had the idea that I'd be able to run away to Richie Rich's utopia and eat pizza and ice cream with a talking dog and while watching cartoons on six different televisions and jumping in a bouncy-castle. It now involves the islands, a hammock, and a few staff.
OK, a lot of staff. Stop judging me!
Also, I don't think I could fit everything I wanted to take with me in a handkerchief tied to a stick. Back then, no problem. Now? Well, when did I start using so many things in bottles? When did that actually start, because I can't quite figure it out. I remember thinking it was amazing how many bottles of stuff my mom had, and I thought of them as potions and secret salves. *I* was never going to do that, because that's just weird.
Now, I have bottles of things under my sink that I don't even remember what the original purposes were for. But you can't just throw them out, because the moment you do you'll need it. Well, actually, I DO tend to get rid of everything when I start organizing, and then I inevitably end up having to buy a new one. Yes, I'm that girl (woman? lady?) who is at the check-out with a bottle of something no one ever buys, because everyone has it under their sink somewhere.
Also, I used to be able to wear a pair of pants that could be rolled up into shorts and a long sleeved t-shirt that could be turned into a bikini top at a moment's notice. There is not even a parallel universe where that could happen now.
Anyway, my point is that running away gets a lot more complicated the older one gets. Could you whittle everything down to a single handkerchief? I could... if I won lotto and could afford to buy whatever I needed along the way. But, that's probably considered cheating. Long gone are the days of a teddybear and toothbrush!
Although, if the attitude in the house doesn't change, I may give it my best shot!
I forgot to share some of the paintings I've been working on, so here's a quick snap shot (I guess I've been reasonably busy after all?)
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| "Alina" (I just love this one so much!) |
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| "Teremaire" |
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| "Blink" |
And I split my art pages on Facebook into two, because the styles and subject matter are so different. So my original page is for my Fairytale and Fantasy work, and my new page is for my Surreal and Abstract works - which I have been working on like crazy too:
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| "Rachis" |
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| "Juice" |
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| "Feather" |
Oh, and if you want to meet my cat, I did a video with him on Tuesday for my art blog:
All of your artwork is very cool.
ReplyDeleteSometimes when I'm driving to work (especially if it's been a particularly frustrating morning)I'll think to myself "What would happen if I just kept driving? If I didn't go to work and just disappeared for few days?" So far I haven't done it, but it's crossed my mind more than once.
I totally get the idea of running away too. You can always buy stuff when you are there.
ReplyDeleteWhen I moved last year, I got rid of a TON of beauty products I bought and never used. One or two things I might have wanted/needed but most of it was odd crap that I didn't really like or need.
Running away has crossed my mind when Jim gets into those moods you just can't deal with. Hey, I did one night when I was trying to sleep and the guys where having music wars. I was so mad I got up, dressed, grabbed the dogs and took my suburban for a drive. I camped out in it for a few hours but was getting time to get to work so had to come back home. They were "sorry" and I was tired and mad for two days.
ReplyDeleteI'm not one of those bottle people. I have my few favorites and that's all.
Thanks for stopping by. Take care and God Bless!!
I think this winter has made me so buggy that I sometimes think I just want to take the car and drive away - alone, somewhere completely new and different, even if it's an hour away; just to get a change of scenery. Of course, that's cabin fever talking. It's different when you have a house full of family who's obviously all taken the same grumpy pills. Here's to a quick Spring so the kids will enjoy being outside and hopefully in better spirits.
ReplyDeleteWow, he really is huge! Why did you call him Sokrates?
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