Been painting, and shopping and making for the Vintage Marketplace.
I am in the zone.
Turning into a whirling mass of chalk paint, price tags and hot glue.
How dare my husband try to do something sweet to surprise me in the midst of my organized chaos!
Our anniversary is tomorrow...
and the Vintage Marketplace is a week away.
Today hubs tells me that he has booked a hotel for us.
From tomorrow through Sunday.
An anniversary get away downtown.
Of course I reacted as any wife blessed with a caring husband would.
I said "Are you kidding me?"
I am way too busy for any fun.
Then I cried because now I am the bad guy saying cancel the surprise.
Then I stopped and thought...
Man what a B&*^%!
My darling husband would like to spend a few days away from the loony bin with me
knowing that I really need a break.
We both could use one.
Time spent together with loved ones cannot be measured.
Time itself is of the essence each day.
None of us knows how much of it we actually may have.
Treat it as a gift.
One more painted lamp base or mirror frame for an upcoming show can wait.
I already have more than I will be able to haul as is.
I parked my broom in the corner and took off my pointy black hat and said "Sorry.
Of course I would rather spend time with you."
I have until 2 pm tomorrow to finish what I need to finish.
Then I am outta here until Sunday.
Packing my camera and my walking shoes and a dinner dress.
Planning on some relaxing time alone together.
Do you think he would mind if a also brought a glue gun and some zippers to make more flowers...
oh, and price tags...
maybe a stamp pad?
Yours in knowing when to quit, P.