10:30 pm
I say the dumbest things sometimes. Then it plagues me forever. Oh well, I guess everyone feels like that at times.
I painted a wooden shelf and my reading lamp. The lamp is really nice - I put flowers and butterflies on it. I was going to clean the basement, but it was too dusty.
I found a picture of Christ that used to hang above my bed when I was young. I hung it next to my bed -for some reason I feel secure knowing he's there, watching over me.
I wonder who first painted Christ in the image he is always portrayed. Did the artist get an inspiration?
Speaking about inspirations, I'd like one. I wish I had a fantastic thing to write about.
Note:
Until very recently I would feel that anytime I opened my mouth to talk, I'd say something stupid. Now it just happens occasionally.
The lamp I painted is still working and lighting the room as I type this now. Only it is back to its green color. My husband liked the lamp, but didn't like the bright yellow with poorly painted butterflies and flowers. It looks better now, but it is still kind of sad. I liked it yellow.
A few years ago I wrote a blog entry about the picture of Jesus that I mention in this journal entry.
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