Diary of a Recovering Hoarder: The Broken Watch →
Once at a session with my therapist, I brought in a watch. It was a cheap Winnie the Pooh watch that I had bought for about 10 dollars. My family used to joke about how they couldn’t believe how long it lasted. It finally stopped working, yet I could not get rid of it and I couldn’t figure out…
Diary of a Recovering Hoarder: Discovery →
I’ve always been a pack rat. That’s what they called me. When I was young it was just one of the many quirky things about me. I saved everything- every paper, every toy, every item of clothing. I’d have my Easter candy until Christmas rolled around. As a kid, I shared a room with my extremely neat…
Diary of a Recovering Hoarder →
I’m digging out from under my stuff- one piece of junk a time.
Excited and trepidatious to share this new project I’ve been wanting to get started for a while.
One of my designs was posted to Instagram by the youngest Jonas brother.
(would have been nice if my name had been there. please please please credit the artist when you post things)
Friendly reminder to credit when sharing someone else’s work.
