Monday, April 30, 2007
Bad Day Wall
I, in the words of my friend Lisa, am a sooper jeanyus! I have found the perfect outlet for frustration.
So here I am, on my oldest son's thirteenth birthday, having an extremely bad day, trying not to ruin his. No details -- it's just been miserable. Fortunately for me, I have one wall in my pretty house that is ugly and in bad need of plaster or bead board or something. It is now officially - until it's covered - the Bad Day Wall.
I can't tell you how much better I feel! What on earth is this Bad Day Wall, you ask. I just painted a very large flower in the bottom right corner of the wall with my acrylics. It's not done (I'm waiting for the first colors to dry), and it's probably hideously ugly, but it's no longer just an ugly wall. Now it's intentionally ugly! And I feel better. Not only do I feel better, now I have an established place to vent on bad days.
The moral of this story? When I'm having a bad day it's always better for me to find some artistic outlet, something productive, than to crawl into bed and hide from the world. Is that a moral? Works for me.
Until I write again ...