The other afternoon I was painting my kitchen. Painting and cursing, because that's what I do. I had invariably dripped or kicked or stumbled or otherwise caused a bit of disruption in the process of transforming my walls from puke yellow to vintage green, and while I do enjoy watching the color and thus the mood of my rooms change at the stroke of a brush, I tend to be clumsy and messy and it causes me to curse. Somehow, "Painting in Cursive" - while not particularly grammatically accurate - just stuck with me and I decided I'd start a new blog by that name.
"Technicolor Cottage" was the me that was. It was a reflection of an unbridled exuberance and gregariousness I've felt in my life over the past eight years or so. I now feel as though I'm moving towards something a little more quiet and pensive; an inner stillness and introspection rather than "Life's a Party!" as my philosophy.
The passing of time and the events of life change people. It's happening to me. Care to see where this leads?
