I am creating.
I am cutting, ripping, painting, sorting, gluing, punching, tying, doodling, digi-ing, editing, cup-of-tea-ing.
I mean, Id rather be outside weeding the garden and admiring the lavender bobbing in the breeze but its piddling it down, it's chilli to the point of having the heating on and no decent light to take picture (even on a wide apperture).
Smelly candles are on the go, the house is pristine, ironing done, belle watching a new dvd treat, bet-you-cant-guess-what-he-is-watching.
Have a little soul searching to do and a few emails to write (that I dont want to write) but I put that partly down to coming home to everything being "just so". Always a few apples upsetting the cart but life is like that.