Despite all evidence to the contrary, I am indeed still in possession of 10 working fingers. Why they haven't hit the keys in ions is a sadness to me. I've missed it, and seriously wondered if I'd ever type another, non-Instragram sentence again.
Most likely it's a combination of distraction, mama duties, travel, traveling husband, and a distinct lack of creative confidence.
There is truly no time like the present, so here I am! Logged-in, tapping away and wondering what might come next.
A brief update from Porter Rd, if you should desire to know some of what's been so incredibly, deeply pressing as to keep me from being here -
I've been tending to our new little herb garden and willing the coriander not to die.
Trying my hand at Annie Sloan's chalk paint for a paris-gray, Theo-proof kitchen pantry.
Becoming a farmers market regular and cooking my way through Bill Granger's "Easy".
Chasing around a baby chunk who found his sea legs in the last month.
Hitting the local pool to pretend that summer in Nashville is not a sweat-box.
Not entirely pressing or urgent matters. Not quite at the level of "State business". This is the home life, pure and simple. Good and sweet.
On this, the eve of July 4, I boldy claim my independenace from distraction and creative doubt and hope to see you here again soon!