February is my most favorite month . I don' know if it's because Spring is trying to peek through, or the birthday week that has always been with my late Auntie Beth, Mom and I or it's the beginning of a new fresh month. So I vowed it to be as good as I invisioned it to be.
Starting out with a birthday roadtrip.
There's something about a roadtrip that I love. I guess what I really love about where we live is that it's 2 hours from Seattle. 3 plus hours to Portland, and 3 plus hours to Spokane. So every chance possible I can take a day roadtrip I do.
And Seattle is one of those places that I love to go.
So it was a Monday. My birthday. And I just wanted to waste 3 hours of my day enjoying IKEA. Rather. Rearranging IKEA. I am imfamous for "adding items to my cart" and them becoming thrifty and "talking myself out of Swedish Home Goods I really don't need".
So for 3 hours. I did just that. There's something about IKEA and it's freshness in the Spring that I just love. I love the colors, but at the end, of course my cart looked like it always does. Stark, simple and "needed goods". Not these amazing bold duvet covers that kept catching my eye.
My cart instead.
And then there is the "AS is" section.
It's like "garage sale digging" in this huge store. Gently used, mismatched, pieces and odds and ends. I kept going back to this bin of metal ice cream scoops "trying to figure out what I could do with them".
They were calling my name I tell you "pick me. pick me".
I walked away. But if there was an instant idea for them. Mr Ice Cream Scoops were mine.
I do love a good roadtrip with my besties. But sometimes a roadtrip alone is fun.
There are so many stops in Seattle that are on my "fun list". But I got a wee bit of a late start because something kept calling my name.
It was this workshop. Again. Thrifty Lisa talking "really. spending that kind of money on yourself. You have a girl in college. You work at home now. You can't ...blah blah blah blah."
But there was something about today that spoke otherwise. And when that little voice in my head trumps thrifty, I have to listen to it. Because when I don't, it's the regret voice that takes over.
So I gifted myself time to create. Time to meet new friends. Time to center myself. It's amazing how guilty I feel even writing that. But the voice and my gut is never wrong. Did I say never? I did. And it is so true. All the time. When I listen to it and go with it without reservations, it always leads me in the right direction.
So February is starting out right where I had hoped it would.
And my new "un thrifty" purchase of another art journal topped off the day.
Lisa