When my tea is steeping, the pot is surrounded by dirty breakfast dishes and other clutter. Then I gulp it down while fixing breakfast for 5 hungry kids. The only time I sit down for breakfast is on Sunday. And I sure do enjoy Sunday breakfast!
Regina, I have been thoroughly enjoying your weblog! You have inspired me to return to my true values. I'm a work in progress, but aren't we all? I suppose I'm more of a renovation project at the moment, thank you for the encouragement!
How can you be an artist when you're a busy mom or dad who doesn't
have much time to write novels or paint pictures or compose sonatas? This is
the dilemma for the beauty-lover who wants to help build a culture of life but
just doesn't have time.
What can be done is to try to make our homes our art,
for our families.
Please don't imagine that perfection lies outside the margins
of these photographs. When I share images and thoughts, it's not to erect an
ideal standard, but to share what inspires me.
Since I post so very "occasionally" these days, I invite you to keep up with House Art Journal by subscribing to the RSS feed for this blog below or become a follower. Thank you for continuing to read my journal!
Another cold morning here... I took this picture a few weeks ago when I was waiting for my herbal tea to steep. Delicious anticipation. 
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When my tea is steeping, the pot is surrounded by dirty breakfast dishes and other clutter. Then I gulp it down while fixing breakfast for 5 hungry kids. The only time I sit down for breakfast is on Sunday. And I sure do enjoy Sunday breakfast!
Can look to blue picture, see tea, hidden warm.
Good photo.
Regina, I have been thoroughly enjoying your weblog! You have inspired me to return to my true values. I'm a work in progress, but aren't we all? I suppose I'm more of a renovation project at the moment, thank you for the encouragement!
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