heidimichel

there's a chair in my head where i used to sit... work too much. leaves too little time to make stuff. rather be back in that chair. ups and downs all the time. no white clouds in my blue sky. just snow. demand the impossible. apparently i am wicked conspicuous. who knew. tact is just not saying true stuff. i'll pass. a doodle i do doodle you too you do doodle too. my she is cheeky, isn't she. sometimes the truth is worse. you live long enough, you find that out. and apparently i've also given up capitol letters. but spelling counts. not everyone owns a painting, but everyone gets up in the morning and says what the hell