Ok, well… yesterday, I took a sabbatical from Facebook and other online stuff because while I love being a mom, the whole Mother’s Day is not my thing. I have three dads, and I had three moms plus a bonus mom/friend/confidant/mentor/role model, Joy. First, there’s my mom and dad who raised me. Then there are my biological parents, who bore me. Then there are my in-laws, who treat me like their own daughter. All of my moms are dead, including Joy. It’s rough.
Every day is mother’s day, just like that McDonald’s 365 black campaign. I’m fortunate to have girls who love on me all the time. And i mean i am REALLY fortunate, which isn’t the same thing as lucky. I put EVERYTHING into being the best mom I can be. Don’t get me wrong; i get lots of eye rolls. And i fail. But even the shitty stuff stays all good.
So here I am today with a bag for yesterday. I got this no-name bag at goodwill for $12. This bag decorates my room. It’s been sitting on the top of my bookshelf for years. Now and again, I’ll dust it off and carry it. Then, it goes right back on the shelf. I love beads, so I love looking at it. Art is in the eye of the beholder. Some folks like framed art and I’m some folks. And some folks like wearable art, and I’m some folks too.