c-r-aaaa-c-k

so...last friday, we were all feelin' it. myself, along with my entire class...that, 'this-day-is-way-too-long-why-isn't-it-the-weekend-yet, feeling? there was craziness, extreme noisiness, lack of patience and, low and behold, in the end, somehow a rocking chair that got busted. (it happened in an extremely similar way to when my sister and i broke the family rocking chair by playing the funnest game ever called, 'how far back can i push you before you fall!?' my class is full of three and four year old's, my sister and i were in high school.)

anyway, i just couldn't throw it away. i mean, i tried to put in in the garbage but i had this flash back. see, a couple months ago, i was at an adorable little gallery and saw a big rocking chair that was bright and colorful and had everything from grilling equipment to butterflies painted on it. i wanted it, badly, but i didn't wanna spend the hundred and fifty bucks on it. (though, i did think deeply about it...even pondering tax return money.) so, when i held this tiny, broken one, i couldn't pass up some sort of opportunity. so, i veered right, away from the garbage can, toward my truck, opened the door and stuck it inside. my crazy, half hoarder/half artist brain went into over drive :)

and now, a week later, i have a plant stand. i know, i know, it's not as cool as a regular-sized, adult chair...but i can not WAIT to see how a big pot of flowers will look on it this summer :)

crap. i get genuinely excited about some strange things...