going strawberry picking with my daughter's class... and my creative biz will have to wait!

my creative biz, incidentally, has to wait a lot, while I make dinners, pack lunches, fold laundry, go shopping... I squeeze myself into this tight ball of functionality and try not to forget to breathe from time to time. So I find my function being void of any creativity at all and if I'm being creative it's a totally different activity all together. I'm in awe of mothers, who make beautifully creative lunches http://www.nytimes.com/2009/09/09/dining/09bento.html, paint murals in their kids

rooms, sew adorable clothing and make awesome birthday cakes (well I kind of - sort of do that)

maybe that's the reason I never called myself an artist. To create art I actually have to leave the "room" I'm always in— my life, and go into another one "my art room" and only than and there my art happens ...

off to pick strawberries I'll look for art there, note to myself— I won't get bogged down by running in search for a bathroom for my 4-year old