Polka dot therapy.

It was a long Sunday. Worship – trick candles included – and an afternoon funeral – with a procession to the cemetery of John Deere tractors – I came home at 5:30 beat. Emotionally. Physically. All around beat.

Instead of sitting down and instantly falling asleep, I knew I needed to do something. I grabbed a sweet potato, cut it in half, and got to stamping. It was time to finish the polka dot wall.

And though I was initially unsure, I love it. Polka dots make me happy. Here’s hoping the prettiness energizes me to get the rest of the messy office in order …