What do you do when your best friend moves out......CELEBRATE!!!!!

Ya, so Molly moved here right.....(bad marriage) Both of us under one roof right....(bad marriage) She has always had her own place to do with what SHE wants and now suddenly she is in my gallery living with me and all the other artists stuff....(BAD MARRIAGE) I love this woman like non other, but living together apparently has been no picnic.

 Here is the REST of the story that was not attached to the prior post about this that was supposed to be saved as a freakin DRAFT and MYSTERIOUSLY ended up on my blog, unedited, and NOT FINISHED.  She tells me ARTCRAWL NIGHT that she has rented her own space.  At that very moment I wanted to burn the house down with all of us in it.  JUST BEING REAL!!!!  It was artcrawl night for crying out loud.  You don't tell someone bad things on THAT night. 

Part of me is hurt and pissed off because I love her loud mouth and will miss that.  The other part is jumping for joy because it stressed me out butting heads about everything.  WE had spent so much time LOVING having her there in the beginning when the idea of it was all that we had.  The reality of it is plainly put into two words NIGHT MAAARE!!!  How we EVER thought this was gonna work is beyond me.  We both should have the piss slapped out of us.  She has had her own place for YEARS.  It is all her....her personality, her art, her style, her colors, and her rules......Meanwhile back at the farm it is a whole different ball game I am barely a year into this chaos and some days don't know which end is up.  I have 15 different artist to keep happy while trying to keep the space from loosing the "ME" in it.  Constantly stressing about the way the place looks, and who wants what, and where everyone is being placed.  (Apparently the hall way is NOT an artist favorite...Stay tuned to find out what we are doing with said hallway..teeeeheee. 

Sooooooo, after being mad and hurt mainly because of how all this was handled....I have come to the conclusion that I am not the person to share space with.  Plain and simple....This is my space, my life, my name out there.  This is my vision and no matter how unorganized it looks to the outsider, it is truly moving in the right direction.  On the same note, Molls can not be her true self in my space either.  She has nearly no creative freedom at all, the kids driver her nuts, the dogs make her want to run them over with her car, INSIDE THE BUILDING.  It is good that she has come to the decision to leave The Gallery off Broadway and re open her studio here in town.  It should be a celebration for her because she got her freedom back and that is what it is all about....Being Free to Be True To Yourself!!!    LOVE YOU MOLLY!!!!!!

So this chapter is over, and a new one begins.  I am going to be true to myself and to the dream I have for this place once again.  I think you are about to get REAAAAAALLLLY excited..TEEHEEEE!!!

Love Kathleen