I painted all day yesterday and it was one of those days where I set out to paint something and ended up gravitating to something else. EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE (not always) I recognize when that's happening and I let my paintbrush lead instead of my brain. It usually turns out making me really happy. I spent the morning drawn to crows. OF ALL THINGS. And ripping up books. A bit darker than my average day - but, maybe it's because Halloween is on the horizon.
Today: We are getting groceries, digging out our mittens and working on a de-cluttering around here. AND CRAWLING. Penn is stuck on backwards. It's the perfect temperature for coffee in the park and off-leash dogs and bundled up babies. And scarves. It feels like a slow-cooker day. And JEANS! Yum.