And good gracious was it a blast!
It was then that I was a mommy of a newly turned 3 year old, 1 1/2 year old, and twin 7 month olds, and I was in desperate need of a break from bottles and diapers, and baby food and spit up. My husband, the wonderful encourager that he is, told me to, "Go do something fabulously fun for yourself, darling."
So I did. (So maybe he didn't say it exactly like that, but that's what it translated into for me.)
I took his advice and rounded up 9 crafty mommys--who also needed somewhere to relax quietly, besides behind their locked bathroom door--and we headed an hour away to the lake house to craft the nights away.
And now, it's that time again.
Tomorrow afternoon, we'll all be returning to the lake--plus 5 more team members--for another round of a craft-your-heart-out retreat. For the entire weekend, we'll be off to the far away land of inspiration, imagination, and artistication.
Ahh! I can almost hear it now...the rum of the sewing machine, the slash of the paper trimmer, the silence of knitting needles, the zing of creativity. While we all craft the town red, the daddies will be home managing the merrymaking of the little ones.
So, it's back to packing my paint brushes and buckets of Shanghai Red and Elated Cherry Pie.
What town wouldn't look good in those colors!