Between now and the time I am back in my own studio I'll be baking cookies and cake and bread, getting tons of hugs and kisses, visiting fabric stores, washing dishes, going to art museums, folding laundry, chasing toddlers, going to the movies and the grocery store, getting Dim Sum, showing my friend how to insert a zipper, and otherwise hanging out with one of my best pals and my four "fairly oddkids."
On the Amtrak train on the way down I sat next to a woman who, when told I was visiting a friend with four children and would NOT be staying at a motel, said, "All that noise? All those kids? Are you crazy? Why would you do that to yourself? That's no vacation."
I smiled. If I had to explain it, she wasn't going to understand. I live alone, and all this noise, all these kids, all this craziness, all this love, is EXACTLY what I need.
I mean really. You don't get that when you stay at home by yourself.