I have no clean bras

Currently, I am wearing my last clean bra.

(I'm sure you really wanted to know that.)

But I have a good reason. At least, I think it's a good reason. My husband probably wouldn't think that my neglect of the laundry, which resulted in his having to wear the one pair of briefs he owns, is not a good thing. He normally wears boxer briefs, but he has that one pair of regular briefs at the bottom of the stack that is his hint that he's outta clean drawers...

[So let's count here. How many things have I shared that you really didn't need (or want to) know? I think that number is 2. Sorry. And it's still early-ish. Double sorry.]

So, back to the laundry.

It's Saturday, and normally I might have one or two loads of clothes to wash. Today I have a buttload. I have no idea how many regular loads of laundry a "buttload" equals, but I know it's a lot, because I emptied everyone's overflowing hampers this morning. But it's worth it. It's all good.

(Are you ready for the point of all this laundry talk?)

These wise words were spoken by Vincent Van Gogh:

"If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced."

If you know me, even marginally know me, you know that I love to scrapbook. But I hit a wall late last year. Everything I did was just blah. I was just putting down pictures to get the pages done, because I was worried about getting caught up.

How times change.

Recently I bought a book called Clean and Simple Scrapbooking: The Sequel by Cathy Zielske. I have no idea why I didn't buy the first book first instead of the sequel, but I did. It's done done.
Cathy Zielske says not to worry about getting the mythical land of Caught Up. She encourages the scrapper to enjoy the journey, because once you're there, it's not as much fun.

And a light came on. A voice started calling to me from the scrap room. "Scraaaaapbooook!" it said.

And this week, I LISTENED.

I have rediscovered my passion for the journey in the pages. I am no longer in a hurry to get pages done to get caught up. I'm enjoying the process, and it has really made a difference.

If I spend 3 hours on one page, it's okay. The world will not stop.

I enjoy creating. There's more of me in a page if I take my time with it, and isn't that part of the reason we scrap? To put ourselves on the page in some way for future generations to know us a little bit?

So I didn't do laundry this week. Every spare minute that I could find, I was playing in my scrap room. The weather has been gorgeous this week, so the sun and the promise of spring and the green of things being reborn really inspired me. It has been wonderful.

And a if a buttload of laundry on a Saturday is the price I have to pay, then that's fine. I don't mind.

'Cause that voice telling me to scrap is silent...for now.