Good morning....

Has anyone ever felt their lives go 100 miles per hour in three thousand different directions. That's what last night felt like. I had so much stuff going through my head, ideas and projects. Doesn't help that I'm bipolar/ADHD.... ok, too many labels. I really don't try to label myself, because I don't like it when people label me. Enough of the emotional stuff, but then again, that's one of the reasons I scrapbook. When I'm creative I'm doing something that comes straight from the heart, and I do it for others... and some for myself. I love seeing the reactions on people's faces when I gift them with a scrapbook page or something artsy fartsy (to coin a phrase from my mother....) Speaking of which, I miss Mom. Her name is Mitca, and everything about my mother her whole life has been different, creative, and uniquely her own style. My mother never conformed to what other mom's did... and that's what I loved most about her, although there were some kinks in our relationship... but that's in the past. It's so awesome that I can call her up and ask her 'crafty' questions. It's like we've reconnected on a whole other level. For that I am thankful. Let me find a picture here.... the one up there is whem my mother was working for a lawyer, I was about three and we were having fun with the photocopier...lol.