Stepping out.

I had intended to write about what goes on in this whirling dervish of a mind I have, but in the midst of all the typing and backspacing I've decided to change my mind.  For me it's hard to write about feelings and emotions (especially when you're a super feely and super emotional type) and feel confident that I'm expressing myself in the right way and that someone will get exactly what I'm trying to say.  I'm not talking about love and all the other basic and wonderful emotions - those are easy!  What I find hard to write about and express are the non-typical, invasive worries like social anxiety and depression.  Those are hard.  

At the end of the day I guess the most important thing is that I'm a lot better than I used to be and I still have a long way to go.  I want to fix these things.  I'm working to fix these things.  It's very easy to get overwhelmed and I do quite often, but I want to be better.  It's time to try even harder to reformat this brain of mine and rework the gears toward consistent positivity.

In non-heavy news, while Mr. Craft was busy with work last week I snatched up my camera and stepped out.  I forgot how wonderful it is being in the middle of nature (my backyard still counts!) and just being.  Granted, there was a pup who wanted to come along, couldn't reach where I sat, and protested by whining profusely the majority of the time I was outside.  It was still nice.

I almost got a face full of this guy and about eight of his friends.

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Smell that?

 

The smell of fresh paint is lingering in our home and I. like. it.  We've been busy the last few weeks prepping and painting the girls' separate rooms.  That is exactly how they each refer to them too.  MY separate room.  This is the first time that they'll have rooms to call their very own and this is the first major revamp that we've done in our new home so far - it's very exciting all around.

Emma's (aka the bear) room is done as far as painting and stenciling.  Cloey's (aka the monster) is still in progress and will be finished this coming weekend.  Just in time for her birthday!  I first met her when she was Emma's age (4) and on Monday our sassy little redhead will be turning 7.  It seems unreal.  I smile when I think about how I've been blessed to become part of their lives and watch them grow.  There is nothing like motherhood (stepmotherhood is still motherhood in my book).

The last few days have been very busy as are most days around here.  I managed to squeeze in a couple of projects that I've been itching to do for the girls' rooms.

In the meantime our ladies have been busy soaking up what little bit of summer they have left.  We love it when we see them enjoying being outdoors.  Especially when I look out the kitchen window and see that little sister has volunteered to have herself and her kittens locked in a dog crate.  Big sister was happy to oblige.

Emma took her role very seriously and was quite the diva pet.  She had Cloey run inside multiple times to collect kitty food, water, and fabric to drape over the top of the crate to make it look pretty.  They make me giddy inside.

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