I Was the Hottest Woman at the Dump

The oldest, the youngest. Fattest, skinniest. Wisest, and by far, dumbest. Two full tons of concrete chunks, chopped, loaded, hauled and unloaded, wind whipping dust into my nose and hair.

I broke in my new work gloves. Thanks, Santa!

Sometimes I fantasize about spending more time making art, and then I remind myself that remodeling our home is art. I am living inside an art project, a never ending, constantly evolving, crazy awful fun beautiful mess. Art by definition.