This Is What I Do: Create

 My daughter has been art journaling for a while now. In fact, she's the one who got me started. She never showed much interest in art, or my kind of art, until recently. She was artistic, though. She was a beautiful ballerina and took various forms of dance growing up. She just didn't care for "art." Her mom and I did most of her 7th and 8th grade art projects for her, not because she couldn't, but because she would slap something together at the last moment and then "cry" because her grades weren't up to her usual "As" that she got in everything else. Here's a page from her art journal:

I have always operated on the theory that my house should be clean enough to be healthy, and messy enough to be comfortable.( No, my super clean fanatic late wife did NOT subscribe to this theory, but, alas, she's been gone 11 years and the house is mine.) That being said, company coming is always an incentive to deep clean. They don't really care, they are coming to see me, not my house. But I care, so I have been doing the deep stuff. This morning I tackled my kitchen floor. The usually applied Swiffer Wet  Jet wasn't cutting it, nor was my sponge mop and Spic n Span water. So, I resorted to the OTKs method.( On The Knees.) I tried various scrubbers and the best results was with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. OMG! I didn't realize just, well, fill in the blanks here! Holy crap! Needless to say, even though my knees are wrinkled and don't want to straighten out very well, my kitchen floor looks amazing! Except of course for the 26 years of wear and tear and the place...