I used to measure my level of crazy by how many times I painted my kitchen.
(A lot of times.)
But I tired of painting my kitchen. Also? What I really want to do in my kitchen is make new counter tops. Although, I don't know how to do that. And? New counter tops cost about 50 times more than a gallon + a pint of paint. So. The painting. It has to go somewhere.
I'm noticing a trend in these recent blog posts. Namely: they're all paintings. Which is a good gauge of my crazy. Or at least the potential for my crazy. Painting is the medicine for my brain that says, "shh, shh. It's okay." Please don't be alarmed. I am (mostly) normal.
I've got a few avenues for selling some of these this fall. If I get my act together afterwards...or before...who can tell?...I'll swing the doors of my lonely Etsy shop back open. In case you are in need of some hotel art for your walls.