I Hope You're Hungry

In a person's lifetime, there are ups and downs. I have noticed that when I am in my "downs", I tend to get......creative. As a youngster, if I had bad days, I would play the piano endlessly (not my scales), and that seemed to be my outlet. In my adult years, I turned away from the piano and tried other "artistic" endeavors. There was the summer that I painted flower pots. Lots and lots of flower pots. Then, when I was going through my divorce, I made beaded necklaces.....lots and lots of beads. A few years back when I discovered I had cancer, I spent the following weeks in my living room on my sewing machine making purses.

To be honest, most of my creations looked as though a middle school student in home economics made it for a class project. My poor mother still has colorful flower pots sitting empty in her garage....and spare bedrooms. She also has a jewelry drawer full of my necklaces and still proudly wears them as if they were something from Tiffany. I'm pretty sure she has a limp purse that I designed that she carries from time to time.

I'm going through a little blue spell which I'm sure will pass, but it has caused me to start up a new project - baking. This absolutely makes no sense, especially since I have been on a diet. Since my mother is hours away....that only means one thing - I will be trying out my creations on my brother's family who lives nearby. All I can say is - "Guys, I hope you're hungry."