like december 25, 1985
in the house we lived in from the time i was about 3 until i was 11 (my favorite house; the house that sneaks into my dreams; the house i one day want to build), there was an area that was almost like a balcony near the top of the steps. it was right outside my bedroom. i could sit on this balcony of sorts and see all the way down the steps into the living room. this meant that on christmas morning, if i was really quiet, i could sit there and peak to see what might be under the tree. on christmas morning in 1985, my eyes spied cabbage patch kid twins! i recognized that big box right away. i sat there mesmerized, looking at their little matching blue velvet outfits. i could not wait until my parents woke up so i could speed down the steps and take them out of the box to play with them!
this is how i felt the entire weekend at ArtFest. christmas morning. 1985.
my heart and body and soul and mind are simply overflowing with joy, excitement, passion, silliness, love, words, color, textures...
i can't wait to tell you all about it after i drink some tea and sleep, sleep, sleep...(oh and watch the west wing. i love this show...)
liz lamoreux
Reader Comments (15)
I am so glad that you can share your inspiration with us. That creative buzz is contagious!
I love the honesty and poetry in this post. what am I saying? I love the honesty and poetry in ALL your posts!
welcomeeeeeeeee homeeeeeeee!! i missed you! so glad you had fun though! sounds like your senses were stimulated in every way, and that it was a time of great wonder and thrilling energy. get some sleep and then dazzle us!
I'm waiting with baited breath to hear all about your artfest weekend!
I can't wait to hear about artfest!!! and I loved your memory of the house and Christmas morning....I was always the first one to sneak downstairs on Christmas morning and hide behind a chair and look at all the goodies that Santa brought! Glad you are back safe and sound and full of imagination!
Glad to hear that ArtFest was a joyous experience. I'm sitting on the landing waiting, waiting, waiting to hear all about it. Be well.
Welcome back - glad you had a delightful time and of course --- we must put West Wing and sleeping in their proper perspective in our lives :)
Can't wait to hear more!
isn't it great how childhood homes "sneak" into our dreams? i'm always amazed at how i still know my childhood home like the back of my hand after all of these years. can't wait to hear about your adventure!
i can't wait to hear about it and now that i am properly prepared with the feelings you will be writing from i can enjoy it all the more.
tell us everything! I can't wait to hear more. I'm so glad you had a wonderful time! (and also glad that you're home!) xo
Sounds wonderful! Can't wait to read all about it. :)
Liz, I'm so delighted you had a good time -- I can't wait to read all about it and to see some art you made there! hurry back and update!
So glad you had such an enlivening experience...I can't wait to hear all about it.
Love to you!!!
welcome back. we missed you.
you're good energy is oozing...do tell us all.
;-)