This was the scene in my dining room today. While The Girl napped, I painted for the first time since I found out I was pregnant with her, over three years ago. This is the painting I had to stop working on, and it has hung in my kitchen, unfinished, for three years.
I hardly remembered [...]
This pretty paint box was about the highlight of my day.
Another sick day today. This time it’s The Girl. 104 fever. I hate the worry that comes with mothering. Not knowing when to call the doctor and when to just let nature run its course.
So we painted today. A lot.
Eiffel Tower, painted by me, November 2002
Dear France,
I love you. I love your language, I love your chefs, I love your crepes, and I love your music. I love your films, I love your perfume, I love your painters, and I love your flowers. I love your icon, I love your fashion, I love your [...]
So many, many times have I tried to create art with The Boy. I have come at it from every angle, I have tried every medium, I have begged, I have cajoled, and I have encouraged. He does not care to participate. As a stitcher and an artist, it saddens me to see him missing [...]
My name is Rose. I am a stitcher, painter, quilter, cook, and mother. I find myself saying, "I could make that," way too many times in a day. I fantasize about making every item in my house, from dishes and cups to furniture, blankets, and clothes. My loves are chocolate, mary jane shoes, and fabric stores. I have two Laughing Monkeys at home: The Boy, 6 and The Girl, 2. I share them with the love of my life, The Daddy Monkey.