I found this poem and it fits me perfectly well, so I framed it and thought I would share this with everyone, I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do.....
The Decorative Artist
My house is cluttered with paint bottles galore
Unfinished projects cover the floor.
Every free space is filled to the rafter
An "unfortunate symptom" of being a crafter.
Canvas and brushes of all shapes and styles
All stacked neatly in "organized piles"
The cupboards are bare; my family abandoned,
Grocery shopping can wait, there's wood to be sanded.
My dust bunnies are growing, I think they're conspiring,
The mountain of laundry is strangely inspiring
The floors need swept; there's dishes to be done,
Not exactly my idea of good, clean fun.
To cook ? To clean ? Or to paint ?
For some this decision could be the hardest,
But not for me, I'm a decorative artist !
Arthur unknown by me anyway !
of course I would never abandon my family " first things first " but I try to hurry !