Deb’s house

I have a friend who is a truly amazing woman. She has more talent in her little finger than I can ever hope to possess even if I was to become ginormous. I’m pretty certain that she can almost do everything, and if she can’t do it yet, she will learn how to do it in her ‘spare time’.

I’d almost be terrified of being a thought in her head because I would be at risk of being trampled by the thousands of other thoughts and ideas that rampage around in there. I don’t even think that her mind rests when she sleeps, it possibly slows down a gear or two.

And Deb’s home is a reflection of her brain activity. It too, never stops. Everywhere you look there is something to see, something to do, something to think about, something to reflect upon and something to marvel at. I still remember my reaction the first time I visited…… It was one of stunned disbelief.

I was there today, helping Deb out with a project. This project required my camera and I was more than happy to assist. But it is so very easy to become distracted while you are at Deb’s. Debbie’s house is art. It is creativity. It is chaos. It is fascinating.

There is always the offer of a nice cup of tea and usually some cake or other home-made deliciousness that Deb has made to cater for her coeliac condition.