The healing journey of a widowed, unschooling badass in Delaware.
Facilitating art-making is becoming a passion. It was a joy to help our friends with their creations during our Lego Unschool Club.
After, I happily received messages from friends who wish to support our tattoo business enterprise in material ways.
I can feel the momentum building as the pieces come together.
The Allschoolers kids went hog wild with chalk on the skate park today.
I played with some AI creation with my sons, but most of my day was spent on the artless tasks of equipment acquisition and talking with a surprisingly delightful State employee about the hold up on our corporate formation.
Both sons spent time writing and Westen is trying to get back into the groove of studying the art of jiu-jitsu. The concepts were challenging, but his focus remains impressive.
We’ve decided on our location and now feeling the ecstatic mix of fear and hope of soon-to-be patents.
Fittingly, our children joined us for their first look at the space. There’s remarkably little we have to do to prepare it for operation. Paint the walls, install a hand sink, tidy a few things…I’m sure we will uncover more necessary tasks, but it all feels achievable within our timetable.
They have their ideas too. Mostly horrible ones and mostly from my older son. I won’t be surprised if he sets up his own business around the corner before our lease is up for renewal.
This visit was later in the day, but light pours into both rooms. Kristen is excited to tattoo in natural light and the modest square footage is amplified by sunlight.
We’re opening a tattoo studio. Kristen is an amazing artist and we’re driven to build a business that showcases her talent while helping people to express themselves with unique pieces of art.
A lot of the pieces are in place. Licensing and location are nearly locked down. My living room is full of supplies and our next journey is set to launch.
I’ll be sharing the adventure here. It may not all be strictly in the #30DaysOfArtChallenge category, but it will all be in the service of art.
I’m always up to fight for home education. While “schooling” a local on the learning lifestyle, I opened my big mouth (via keyboard) and declared that I was organizing a homeschool group to go see Medea at University of Delaware.
I didn’t want to do that. I’m swamped with tectonic changes in our life and was hoping to pass this one off. I also hate passing things off and have a habit of committing in a flash.
I’m excited to work with UD again to expose children to great drama. We saw Twelfth Night before Lockdown and I’m glad the nonsensical restrictions have lifted for visitors.
Our weekly meetup club was lively. Some kids competed, some built together, others solo, and four families relished conversation and art making.
My sons were guided through the construction of two bat boxes by a fantastic teacher at Chesapeake Bay Maritime Museum today.
It isn’t their first time using power tools, but they had never used a mitre saw before. They each independently worked through the project and we’re excited to entice bats into our yard.
I’m diving into a couple books that have called out to me.
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