Grounded

Today, like many other days this winter, the ground is blanketed in snow. I, of course, have to work, but still have time to daydream.

BoyWonder and I have begun looking at houses in our price range. There's not a lot, but one particular house seems perfect. I would have to find a better job. A soul-sucking job, most likely, but one that would pay bills and allow us to live comfortably.

Truth be told, if I had a way to get a small business loan, I'd try to get Alaina Jessica up and off the ground. If my job could be making awesome things and selling them, I'd be the happiest person on earth. Just imagining that my crocheting and pasting and varnishing and altering could be my job makes my skin tingle. I know I've got talent, and where I don't have any, Jessica has it. I think the only thing that we can't do, between the two of us, is glasswork and perhaps welding.

If we could have a shop with a studio inside, and we poured forty- or sixty-hour weeks into it, I truly believe we could make it. We'd be happy. Not rich, by any means, but happy and surviving. I imagine finding awesome garage-sale goods and turning them into fabulous home decor items, and Jessica's artwork is the perfect accent for anything. That girl can do everything. Sculpture, drawing, painting, sewing... She's awesomely talented and to not take advantage of that would only let her down.

When spring comes, I'm going to start doing the research. I think Jessica's dad might be wanting to clean up his space (he has a slightly large hoarding problem, which is only an asset to crazy artist-types like Jess and I), which could eventually become studio space, perhaps. I'm going to push her on this, because I really feel like we've got a shot.

For now though, my feet are on the ground. I have to be the responsible semi-wife and work and cook and clean. I have to make money so we can own a home, get married, get through school, and have a family. This is something I'll always be shooting for. Even if it never happens, my head will always be somewhere in the artist-entrepreneur clouds, which is where they should be.