a knife and a moon

The evil knife strikes again........

But this time it released all it's rage and fury on Will.  Same scenario. He was washing it and it decided to cut him in the same exact spot as it cut me and it was a messy ordeal.

Will being the great husband that he is, has washed every knife in the house since my incident.  Now that he had an accident who is going to be the knife washer?

Apparently neither of us are good at such a task.

Good thing we can always count on Wall-E and Eve to make everything better.





In other news, Will and I were outside late last night to observe the beautiful bright moon and here are the pictures to document that moon in all it's glory.....

{without zoom in between power lines}

{a little zoom}

{more zoom}

{all the zoom i have}

There is nothing like a gorgeous moon on a dark cold night.

exhausting

We spent the day doing this..............

Which made us feel like this...........

Yes, it was a day full of packing up boxes and shopping for appliances.
The silly thing is that as much as I kept working on packing I feel like I only got about 10% of the house packed.  If our paperwork for the new house doesn't take another ten billion years we will be moving within a week or so.  Our plan is to not move for a really long time after we get settled in the new house.  Packing and moving are on our list of least favorite things to do.  Can't wait to be done with this nonsense.....hopefully soon!

the artistic gene

I think I got some of my artistic talent from my dad. Not just the ability to create, but the ability to appreciate the beauty around me and be inspired by it. My dad was a big fan of nature, animals, mountains, scenery. He had a knack for truly appreciating those things. I tend to be very much like him in that way. I've really started to notice that in my artwork I gravitate towards making something that has to do with animals or outdoors because that is what inspires me most of the time. Thanks dad for passing on such a wonderful gift.

{leather art made by my dad}

[mixed media art made by me]

I named this piece after my dad and when it came time to sell this at my art show I couldn't part with it.  Inspired by a view of the Hualapai mountains on a rainy day.  A beautiful view I tried to capture with paper, ink, and wire.  A view that I know my dad would have soaked up deep in his soul had he been there to witness it.  

♥ for the sleepy guy

This is what I came home to...... 

Rough day honey?

Rather than pester him like I would usually do I decided to make dinner.

What did he wake up to?

my lemon basil pasta

What was his reaction?

He was pretty happy about the deliciousness.  Not so happy that I decided to put this picture on our blog but oh well.

♥

time travel wishes

Sometimes I wish I could travel back in time to that simple kind of life when and I made art like this.....

Sometimes I wish I could travel forward in time to be cozy and nesting here....

Since I can't do either I better just learn to make the most of this moment in time.

wrinkles

Early on in our relationship I learned about how skilled Will is with ironing clothes.  I remember thinking he was a little strange for ironing his stuff mainly because I'm completely lazy about such things.  Anything of mine that requires so much TLC rarely gets worn......until now.  I am lucky enough to have a man that takes care of my wrinkled clothes.  Last night he busted out the steamer to un-wrinkle my shirt.  I sat in amazement as I watched him steam my shirt then his.  He taught me all about this invention for a wrinkle free world.  It's nice to know I have Will to take care of my clothes that usually hide in the back of the closet.  It's like I have a whole new wardrobe.  Everyone at work complimented my "new" shirt today, it's actually about 2 years old. 

Yes, he is awesome!

lost and found

Allow me to introduce myself......I am Will's wallet.

You know that black leather thing that holds very important cards and millions of dollars.  For some reason my dear owner Will doesn't think I am so important.  He sets me in random places all the time and then forgets where he put me.  He goes to his super smart wife several times a week and asks her where I am.  She logically asks him where he was when he last had me.  Through a series of questions she narrows down the options of where I might be stashed, much like she did yesterday.  Will searched for me in the couch cushions, in both vehicles, under the bed, in his jackets, and every other place he could think of.  Then after several minutes of frustration he enlisted the help of his brilliant wife.  She instantly found me under the drivers seat of her vehicle.  I was thrilled to be found and I hope that my owner realizes my worth and doesn't let me be lost ever again.