Anyone that knows me well or even not so much, knows “oh my heck” comes out of my mouth or from my feverish thumbs tapping out those three simple words, often
So often in fact I’ve thought they deserved their own acronym. Even considered campaigning on OMH’s behalf, with the expectation, that in time, OMH might hold the same ranking as OMG.
However currently there is far too much on my plate, namely a wild hair project …
“just a small”
“wont take but a minute”
“I soooo got this”…
kind of painting project, that would make taking on a campaign, even one as worthwhile as OMH’s, just down right silly.
Here’s the deal y’all, I had no real idea what I was getting myself into when I began this project.
I mean, how could I?
I’ve never undertaken a project of such magnitude.
Yet, that small, seemingly necessary fact was not, nor has it ever been, a determining nor deterring factor of mine. When I get a vision, jumping right on into it, brings my life undeniable excitement and ever-increasing happiness.
This reckless abandonment serves me well. Turning each of my modest homes and salvage yard finds into comfortable, beautiful, livable works of art. And while, yes, trials and even from time to time, errors do occur, there is a great deal of learning that takes place and provides knowledge and wisdom that might have only been gained through this type of apprenticeship.
However today as I stare a bit glossy eyed, slightly overwhelmed, muttering OMH, OMH, OMH, by the magnitude of what I am facing today…
no, not hurricane Irma churning its way to my beloved state, for with her all I can do is prepare and pray…
but by that which is my kitchen for all intense and purpose.
Ground zero of the wild hair project…