Sixteen years ago my little girl and first child left home for college. This is her as a mouse being carried away via daisy air travel.
What do you do when you feel blue?
I run to color to make me feel better! Color makes me happy!
While she experienced her first semester I began to paint.
I made the excuse our walk down to our garage needed a diversion to camouflage the bugs that gathered in the windows and smudges on the walls. But what I really did was comfort myself with color.
But today I said good-bye.
I took these pictures just before I painted gray primer over all the walls.
Change is good, right?
Miss it already…