I guess the better way to describe them are mush mugs, but we’ll call it that this week only!
Coffee is love in a mug!
And then I was playing around with color so colored one of the love mug prints
I’m not sure I like it..now on to making a bunch of origami hearts with code mush messages inside them. But I’m not really feeling it this year, so we’ll see if I just keep them until next year. Or I’ll stockpile them for a random day of the year when no one expects them! When you really need a little mush!
I’m looking at them, I will eventually read them! What a good find of books though. I always go blindly or stick to an author I’ve found really interesting (Bowen books, so far have read about 4, my favorite being the Venice Sketchbook). Well, these books aren’t going to read themselves!
Now, what will I do all next year? Listen to my playlists that I’ve made? Or make new ones? I’ve enjoyed them, but I think I’m going to move on and not try and restraint myself with certain songs all month on repeat. I’ll make something else. Maybe save up and get a little stereo setup for my vinyl. Cancel Spotify, cancel all social media and these billionaire ass bags and go old school! And support musicians by going to concerts which is more memorable anyway.
Doodle of a Christmas tree in the glow of the Christmas tree lights
Ahh, here we are again! At the most mushiest time of year, and yet I have felt the least mushiest yet. It’s been a difficult year. But, one where I look back and think well shit, I’ve become the most honest and truest version of myself thus far. I’ve spent more time with myself without the influence of others, without trying to overthink how people perceive me. Whether that really matters. Because it doesn’t. I spent time with the people who matter most to me and stopped chasing those who aren’t or even will be in my life. I stopped forcing things and questioned my motives with questions like, am I just saying and doing this to make this person like/and/or see me? Validate me! Attention seeking what? Uhhhhh, let me just be a blob and become a form of mush that isn’t seeking anything but life and love within and without!
And that meant less writing, less doodles, more thoughts, more observations. Lots of anger, grief, sadness. I’m still in this formless shaping into what? Well, I’ll always be a little mushy, a little blobby but that means I’m always growing! Changing! and allowing myself to make mistakes. And hopefully I’ll eventually forgive myself for said mistakes… eventually…