Adventures inside a snow globe

This winter snow has brought me to my knees...I mean literally.  After another day of snowing non stop, I had hoped our local snow plowing company would plowed our drive way in time for me to take the girls to school the next morning.  I woke up at six thirty the next morning and it hasn't been plowed yet.  I wanted to cry.  So I went outside and started shoveling away.  The snow was probably about three feet high.  It felt almost impossible for my body to keep going and the harder it became, the madder I got.  That is the thing with mind and body, isn't it?  The mind kept going and telling you how strong you are yet your body just simply couldn't keep up.  In the middle of shoveling, I started crying...not the cute kind but like ugly sobbing kind.  Of course as people slowly drove by, they saw this crazy Asian woman crying like somebody just died in her leopard print robe.  They would make these sad faces at me.  At some point, one of my neighbors came out with his shovel and the moment I saw him walked over, it made me so sad and I cried even harder from gratitude.  This poor man, I am sure at this point, thought to himself, "crazy lady alert! Is it too late to turn around?"  Anyway, he helped me shovel and I was so grateful.  As he was leaving, he said, "Just remember, you are not alone."  Holy Shizzit, I lost it.  I have this "I am never a victim nor helpless and I am a woman and hear me roar" type of mentality.  At that moment though I realized how helpless and alone I felt.  I let myself cried and gave myself a chance to come to term with how I was feeling at the moment.  Then I picked myself up and moved on because that simply is how life works.  Anyway, that is my venting for the day.  Can we move on to happier stuffs?  Like this Valentine's day photo shoot I did for a local bakery.

 
So many goodies.  That flour less chocolate almond cake is out of this world amazing.  I realized I haven't done a lot of furniture make over lately.  I am still working on the chairs.  Lately I just want to bake.  I don't know what it is.  Recently though I took the girls to The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston.  We stopped by Amy's Maison Decor Shop on the way to say Hi and for me to pick up some appliques for my chairs.  Her shop is just filled with so much prettiness and inspirations. Here are a few pictures I took.

 

I could live in her shop.  The girls, of course, loved to touch everything and I was terrified they were going to break some thing.  We spent a few hours at the museum and for little kids, I am sure that was more than enough.  It was so wonderful to see them absorbing everything around them and asking questions about different paintings and painting methods.  I thought Bella would enjoy the experience so much more than Aurora but she just wanted to sit and draw.  Aurora, on the other hand, walked up to every single painting and wanted me to read every description.

Look how tiny she looks compared to the paintings.

As I am typing this post, it is snowing out.  All I want to do is crack open a coconut and pretend I am far far away.


Love,
Victoria