52 Pick Up

Really, if my kids never made a mess, I probably wouldn't be creating anything these days. Because Rebecca mutilated most of a deck of cards yesterday, I was "forced" to salvage them as only an artist would. I could not throw them out! HoRrORs! What a waste! As I unbent her primative attempts at origami, I realized that these cards had RED backs, which these days says "hearts" and "Valentines" to me. You can guess the rest.
All I will tell you is that none of these were created in my studio. I stood at the kitchen counter, dinner simmering on the stove, cutting up cards, as havoc was wreaked about me. Victoria loudly watched TV (this was after school) while Rebecca expended pent up energy running up and down the length of the house and Seth alternated between wanting to talk about something with me and fuming at Rebecca. I put down my scissors, gave him my undivided attention and then after several minutes of silence he spit out, "never mind" and stomped off. I create in desperation. Both these cards and Seth's issues were resolved by bedtime.