Maybe it’s my artistic nature.
Maybe it’s the quirkiness inherited from my granny, as my family attests.
Maybe it’s because I can’t seem to grow up.
Whatever the reason, I get carried away by whims fairly often.
This time, my mother says, I’ve used up my “whim allowance” for awhile. My latest whim was a little larger than usual.
About 4x8x10 feet large, if I estimate correctly (and, as an artist, I’m not the best measurer. Eyeball it!!!).
We built a fort of all forts. It is spectacular. My children are in heaven.
I had to rope in reinforcements = my parents & husband.