Here we go-
Truth is I am not someone who is terribly comfortable posting things online. I just feel exposed somehow. So...why did I create a webpage? Well, it's all my daughter's fault. Ages ago I volunteered to be in charge of her 6th grade class art project for the school's annual fundraising auction. I have always loved art, crafting, and being creative so I thought it would be something new and fun. I decided to make a mosaic table. I had no experience but just jumped in and went for it. I loved the experience so much I decided to try and do it full time- crazy I know. So Willow Mosaic was born. Willow- in memory of my beloved dog, Willow. Mosaic- well..for all the amazing, awesome, bestest-in-the-whole-world mosaics I will be creating (read with heavy dose of sarcasm) and selling for millions so I can some day afford to go to New Zealand which I have loved even before the Lord of the Rings trilogy came out. Plus I might occasionally post other items I have created on here so people can feel better about their own crafting skills. So, for those of you who are still reading this, here's a bit more about meself in case you're interested:
Label time:
I am a mixture of the following at any given minute, on any given day:
Seriously sarcastic human being.
Happy (and seriously lucky!) wife.
Mostly happy, occasionally frustrated, often worried and always thankful, Mom of two teens.
Frustrated artist.
Driver, maid, entertainment director, cook, tutor, medic, vet, dog sitter, dog groomer, kid groomer (dogs are much easier!), psychologist, teenie-tiny fake violin player (to mock teens when they look for sympathy for getting blisters on their feet when taking the dog out for a run while barefooted (the kid, not the dog..well actually I guess the dog was barefooted as well..or would that be "dogfooted?") because they were too stubborn to listen to me and put on shoes), finder-of-all-lost-objects, and cheerleader ...so... to sum all of these up- basically a typical mom.
History Time:
I live on a lake in San Luis Obispo, California with my wonderful husband, 2 teenage children (boy and girl) and 2 crazy dogs. I have lived in California my entire life. My parents emigrated from Ireland before I was born and raised my brothers and I as though they hadn't... meaning we grew up drinking tea, calling cupboards "presses" and saying "bloody". Ireland still feels a bit like "home" to me even though I haven't been there for decades. I like to think I have inherited the Irish sense of humor- in other words- I probably think I am funnier than I really am...but shhh...
don't burst my bubble.
I like to consider myself as a very down-to-earth, open, honest, highly intelligent, creative, immensely talented, giving, loving and all around bloody amazing human being...but I have been known to be wrong (a wee bit) on occasion...(truthfully, very seldom)
Deeply Personal Time:
My nickname....ok....well.....it's Smurf. Yes...you read it correctly...I am a middle aged soccer/softball mom called Smurf. And before you ask, no, I am not blue ...or short. My maiden name was Murphy. If your last name is Murphy your friends will call you Murf, even if you are a girl. And then (I am about to seriously date myself) when you are in 10th grade (also known as the most embarrassing and self conscience phase of a person's life) a cartoon show with little blue...um, characters...called "Smurfs" will become popular. Your friends will like this show so much it will take them only .008 milliseconds to realize they must not only start calling their friend "Murf" Smurf...but they must make her a huge BLUE "Happy Birthday Smurf!" cake so everyone in the whole school will know about her apparently permanent name change. Then, years later, you will move to a different city for college...and your new friends will start calling you Murf. Then some twit will think it's funny to call you Smurf...and once again...you will be know as Smurf. Moving forward...you will then relocate to the beautiful town of San Luis Obispo to attend Cal Poly. You will consider yourself very fortunate to be going to such a good school. You will also be quite thankful to be free of the name Smurf which is not exactly the most "desirable" name ( how many guys dream of dating a Smurf...well, guys you would WANT to go out with). Ya know the saying history repeats itself... you can guess what happened...Murf....Smurf...30 years later...still Smurf....I actually think of myself as Smurf now.... and truthfully now I kinda like it... it's funny, playful and not too serious..it's me...and my closest friends call me Smurfy...
**Trivia: I have never watched an episode of the Smurfs..or the full on MOVIES that they just HAD to make......
Disclaimer:
No Smurfs were harmed in the making of this page.
