Earlier this week I was trying to be an adult. I was wearing pants and being tidy. But my brain was not into it. I was completely uninspired. For me to be inspired, something’s gotta be a mess. And I have to sit on top of that mess and make stuff. It’s a good lesson. Those people you see on those blogs. Those pretty pretty blogs. They’re not making ANYTHING. They’ve got a dingy dungeon somewhere and that’s where they make stuff, not that gorgeous, sun-lit room with the macrame and the white ceramics and the alive plants.