Monday, January 31, 2011

grass is always greener

I stopped by Liz's studio yesterday to pick up baby clothes, and just walking into it made me so sad that I don't have a creative life these days. I really wanted to stay and make a stack of tiles.

I've not only been wanting to make, but also wanting to install handmade tiles in the new home. couple those urges with the horrible argument John and I had over paint colors this weekend, and it made me long to have our Fishtown house back again. I don't want to move back there, but it was so nice to have all the big decorating decisions over with.