Paint Party 7 year 2

Be sure to visit Paint Party Friday, I'm rather late. My planned painting has been altered twice already and will be revamped once again.  Wishing I'd  captured the process.  I much preferred the first one!  The only thing I know for sure, is what I wanted it to say! "Home is where the dream begins" A sign I want to hang over a door in my kitchen, but now I despise the lettering. 

Truly my home is a creative arena. If I'm not painting or writing, my son in law is playing or writing music and lyrics, or wood working! My daughter is clipping coupons, (creative financing) cooking new dishes, decorating cupcakes and sewing on occasion. There seems to be  peace in a home where creativity takes precedence.

 When I was a girl our home was pretty  clean and for the most part except the basement workshop, tidy! Our living room was off limits, only used for special occasions  to our chagrin. Mom worked full time and was always busy either making soup, cleaning or reading. I was very average in school, but  an awesome little homemaker at a very young age. Something I never really encouraged in my daughter, but she was really good in school!

A doodle done with fine point sharpies and watercolor background                                                       

In elementary school I had friend who was an honor student. She was thin and dressed immaculately. I always wished I could be her. Every "A" she got I felt a twinge of envy. Her parents were architects living in a visibly unique home, obviously designed by one of them. 

One day we stopped in after school to pick something up. No one was home and their house was in an upheaval, clothes piled and strewn everywhere, super messy kitchen, with stacks of unwashed dishes. Every corner was filled with  messes. This wasn't an ordinary mess of the week, this was a build up over time. I remember the shock I felt, unable to imagine living in that chaos, so happy to live at my house. 

Something wonderful amongst all the mess went on in that house to have  produced three doctors. My friend was a peaceful girl, in a chaotic home. The house I grew up in was full of passion, drinking, and boisterous behavior. I vowed to live peacefully when I grew up! I also knew from that moment  walking into my friends home that things aren't always as they appear! A great lesson to learn at ten. It also squelched my envy!

Can you remember an adult lesson you learned really young?