"Being an adult is too complicated, time to be a unicorn" is the quote we have to work with today. Marrying it up to Matilde's challenge at Art Journal Journey is not so easy but again I have managed it with the aid of a story so that you understand why we have the journal page we have. Otherwise you would maybe think it all a wee bit strange.
I have trapped my thumb in the patio doors at the caravan. Silly or dumb? I just had one hand steadying my stance by the door whilst I leaned out to grab the door and swing it to - squashing my thumb on the way. It's not broken I can wiggle it about but it bled like crazy all underneath the nail. And it still throbs. So my typing and my artwork has to be a little less than usual. Luckily I had a page in my journal that had been there for ... years? I have not a clue how I made it, it kind of has a feel of linoleum and there is a shine to it. Anyway, it came in useful today. No background to do and minimum of figures to colour, luckily they were already stamped and cut out.
"Mama Cat, or Sophie as she is known to her cat friends had had a really tiring day. The weather had changed rather suddenly, the summer they all thought was never going to happen arrived and boy was it hot. Not the kind of weather you want when you have lots to do, like getting four little ones off to school in a morning. Made all the more difficult when Daddy Cat is off on a business trip for the entire week.
Of course the little ones had been playing up, especially the twins who always missed their father when he went away and really put Sophie's patience to the test. It had escalated when Tom refused to eat his breakfast and in one of his tantrums he slammed the dish down and food went everywhere.
After cleaning the messy kitchen up Sophie had gone upstairs to find that none of them had tidied their nightwear away and the bathroom looked as if a bomb had hit it. It really was starting to be one of those days. And so it went on. Endless jobs needed doing and it was so warm that by lunchtime Sophie had had enough.
Sinking down in her favourite armchair she felt drained. "Being an adult is too complicated, time to be a unicorn" she uttered to no one but herself. Then her eyelids dropped and she fell fast asleep dreaming of being a lovely pink unicorn riding fast and furiously along the beach, with the wind in her mane."
Would you like to be a unicorn? They are all so popular with children these days and it always brings a smile to my face when I see a little one, like I did as I passed the fairground on Monday afternoon, running along clutching one of those balloons that stay up in the air, shaped like a beautiful pink unicorn.
