It's pretty cliche that I tell my hair dresser things I won't tell my best friend, I know that.  On my most recent visit I confessed my near complete boredom with being "a mommy", yes I said it, and how I wish I could spend more time being creative, you know "like a job" (side note, I do have a creative job). She pretty much insisted that I write this.  I know I have to make a choice, put it out there or don't.  I've definitely resisted blogging in the past because I thought it was self indulgent or worse, braggy, or even worse, some sort of public therapy, but worst of all I suppose I'm afraid I'm too lazy to commit. In any case, this is about the things I make and do.