After using up all the bags I (very discreetly) ordered, I figured it was time to restock. It’s a seasonal item (, after all. I can’t imagine going months without it. So, I hopped on Amazon with the plan to grab two... or three... or maybe four bags. You know, just to be safe. Only… it was out of stock.

Valerie was all in, hunting down the perfect mosaic design for her frame. Meanwhile, I decided that instead of working on my pad plant frame, I would swap out the window in my half-bath with a sea-themed mosaic instead. Matt’s only rule: “No flamingos, for heaven’s sake!” So naturally, I went underwater—sea turtles, fish, seaweed, and none of those pink feathered party crashers.

That’s the thing about making art - inspiration doesn’t show up on command. Sometimes it hits like lightning. Other times, it sneaks in quietly while you’re folding laundry or wondering what to make for dinner. It’s unpredictable, a little wild, and occasionally rude.

One day, while watching TV, someone said, “That’s an acquired taste.” Without missing a beat, Matt looked at me and said, “You’re an acquired taste.”