This is your chance to practice patience.

Some day I will tell stories. Plaster disasters. Clay fights. Blood dripping on canvas because I poked my eye with the brush. Or did I dream that? Right now I am up to my ankles in paint and it would not be safe to go near a keyboard. But maybe I will be able to dictate to my husband...I like the sound of that, "Machelle the dictator." Has a nice sound. 

Stay tuned.