Good morning my friends. The sun was actually out this morning and waiting with a cup of coffee for me. The sun is so nice. Clouds are trying to take over, but hopefully the happy little sun will swat them away. The theme for this Creative Tuesday is MORNING! Wander on over to Mr. Toast's blog to see more morning awesomeness.
This time around we had to think of something that has been stressing us, big or small and then use that as inspiration to create with positively. I myself swear I never have enough time. I have so many ideas/projects I want to do, but not enough time in the day. If I could just freeze it just for a bit that would be great. Below the Crowley's find themselves frozen in time for a quick bit.
It was as if all time stood still. Well, I think it actually did if only for the quickest second. I’m sure it was somehow related to the portal and wormhole being open at once. I looked around and it seemed I was frozen in a running position. The monster Verona released from the copper kettle was stuck in the midst of consuming the unicorn hunter. Verona herself had an odd look of delight adhered to her face. Auntie X was standing near with one knee drawn up, an elbow pulled in and her other arm straight out. What I was assuming was the proper wormhole traveling pose. Pete cowered behind the stone wall, with George and Georgina clinging to his neck. From the looks of it they were clinging a little too tightly cuz Pete’s tongue was hanging out and his eyes were slightly bugged. My dad was saluting. Don’t ask me why, maybe it was for Auntie X, who knows. My mom was to my right, she was in the middle of falling on her face, but hung in the air due to the funny thing that was going on with the time and space. Auntie Minniford was the last one to be accounted for. She was in the air about a foot off the ground with her arms outreached trying to grab for Reginald. The birdcage door was sucked open by the suction created by the combined forces of the portal and wormhole. Reginald got sucked right on out. It looked like he was being drawn into the wormhole in which Auntie X would continue her travels.
Side note: Reginald is the bird that lives in the birdcage that Auntie Minniford has in her hair.