I have put my blood (just a little), sweat ( a lot) and (almost) tears
into something (floorset) that will be beautiful for 5 minutes...and then destroyed.
Hours and hours and hours and HOURS of work.
worth nothing and never to be seen again.
Surely, doctors or air conditioning repairmen never feel this useless about how they spend their days? Same with teachers - which is why I think I'm going to do that instead. I have to go back to school, but I'm not dreading it like I would have if you'd asked me six months ago how I feel about going BACK to school.
But all's well that ends with a pretty wall display:

It will never be perfect - I refuse to size my denim - which is fine with me. I'm allergic to perfection.
I killed two hornets in our bathroom today- like a ninja.


