down the rabbit hole

Down the rabbit hole – oil on canvas

Which is how my life is feeling a bit at the moment.  Furtively looking for inspiration, painting my head off – dizzy with fumes.  Computer on a seemingly endless loop of children’s websites to occupy Z in the same room. Worrying about the fumes.

Worrying about the show.

Worrying about worrying so much.

This time next week I shall be mid cupcake bake for the opening.  Unless I manage to pull myself spectacularly together and just lie around doing nothing at all. If you are coming and you see no cupcakes – be sure to congratulate me on my evenness of temper and magnificent restraint.  If you see cupcakes, congratulate me on my enthusiasm.

See – I win either way.

Don’t I?  Or am I worrying too much.