Oh, okay. I admit it. My partner left today for eleven days in the woods. (His idea of heaven–not mine.)  Those who know us know that he is the tidy one and that he has me well-trained.  But now that he’s gone…well, excuse me while I enjoy making a few beautiful messes.  And please forgive my glee.

When he’s here I try very hard to be neat. I try to remember to clean up the dishes, I make the bed, and I at very least confine my messes to places he does not have to deal with them or see them.  But when he’s gone…well, my inner creative, expressive, and definitely untidy self comes out.  And it does so with childlike joy.  W00t!