I was over at Nester’s today, visiting like I always do(virtually, of course), and she’s talking about chalk boards. I wasn’t even gonna post today but how can a woman who has 3 chalk WALLS in her house not post about them? I may have an inner 8 year old doodler in me that refused to grow up but what’s not to love about chalk walls? Chalk walls are inspiring and beckon you to sit and write a while. I have a hallway of chalk walls between my kitchen and dining room….

and an entire chalk wall in my craft room. It’s perfect because when the littles grow weary of crafting, they can craft on the chalk wall instead. And for teens, it’s the perfect place to smatter graffiti. The chalk walls in my house are well used. And I’m gonna go ahead and blame my dust problem on chalk. I’m sure the surfaces in my house would be completely spic and span were it not for all the chalk dust flying around. That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.

{oh and by the way, my friend Jessica sent me the most wonderful L-O-V-E banner a while back and now it hangs on the craft room chalk wall. Isn’t it perfect?]

And all that got me to thinking about whether or not I’m quirky. People have called me quirky before. I’m sure I’ve called myself quirky. So I went on a little jaunt around my house looking for oddities. For things that would make people call a person quirky. You might be interested in what I found.

Exhibit A:

My kitchen cabinets are turquoise. The most wonderful cheerful joyous shade of bluish green that I’ve ever seen. I painted them one year ago and I love them today more than ever. I’m certain that my cooking has taken a more joyful turn.

Exhibit B:

After attending to thirteen years of post graduate education , I quit my job and homeschool my children in my garage. {Everytime I say that it reminds of Chris Farley and his ‘living in a van down by the river’ motivational speech.} Granted, it’s painted and cozy and inspiring but it’s still a garage. Irony of all ironies: I feel very unqualified to be doing this.