by Tracey Clem
Today is one of those days when I very desperately need to go back to
bed and start the day over. I usually feel like that when my Boys and I
have had a particularly contentious morning. But today it is all me.
Like if I can't get this day on track I might hurt myself. Not "hurt
myself" like cause myself some kind of intentional bodily harm. More
"hurt myself" like falling down the stairs. Or getting my arm caught in
the washing machine. Or inadvertently chopping a finger off with a
butter knife while making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Just like
my brain is completely out to lunch and disconnected from my body.
Chances are that is not going to end well.
supposed to write this article over the weekend, which sadly didn't get
done...you know how life can get out of hand sometimes. No problem...the
boys are in school this morning for a whopping 2.5 hours - I can crank
it out while they're gone. So I sit down at my desk this morning to work
on some art to include in the riveting article I was going to write
about my new (*awesome*) Gelli plate.
But absolutely nothing worked.
paint would dry on the plate before I could get paper down. The prints
would come up all splotchy. The colors I mixed would be muddy. Not
"good-grungy-muddy-with-hints-of-brilliant" muddy. More
muddy. Just ugly. Sometimes I would get paint on the plate and then put
paper on it without having done anything to the paint - which means
nothing happens. I could have just painted on the paper and saved a
step. Once I printed a layer on a piece of paper, and then when I went
to put the next layer on it, I printed it on the wrong side of the
paper. So I stood up from my desk and decided a change of perspective
would help. I gave myself a good mental shake, squeezed paint on the
Gelli plate, started spreading it around...and promptly whisked the
entire paint covered plate off of my desk and onto the floor and my
So I just
stopped. I cleaned up the mess, put the (*cursed*) Gelli plate away,
threw my jeans in the wash, and sat down to write before I "hurt
Most of the time, crafting, gluing, painting,
playing is my happy place. The time where I breathe, pray, play and get
my day settled and on track. And then every once in awhile it veers
completely off-track and I need to just stop - and for the sake of
personal safety and my favorite jeans - pour myself another cup of
coffee, and go read a magazine or something.