I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a problem.

I’m obsessed with chalkboard paint.

If it holds still long enough, I will most likely make an attempt to cover it with chalkboard paint. My husband can verify this current addiction. My latest victim? The closet door in my studio.

I’m a chronic list maker (that might be obsession/addiction #2) and I was tired of having little bits of paper scattered in every corner with various lists and items scribbled on them. I spotted this little, underused corner of my creative world and thought, as I’ve done so many times before, “Hey! Chalkboard paint would be GREAT on that!” Somewhere, in the distance, my husband groaned.

There are only two drawbacks I’ve found to having this large, easy-to-read, eco-friendly list in my life, and those two drawbacks are children and dogs. See that white line at the bottom? I can’t write anything under it, lest I risk loosing it to a wagging dog tail or errant dog tongue (yes, the puppy licks chalk). I also can’t leave the piece of chalk I write with in view because I’ll find additions to my list, such as “bake cookies” scrawled in second-grade-level handwriting, accompanied by a smiling stick figure.

The thing I love MOST about my list is crossing off stuff: nothing feels better than reaching the end of the day and seeing all the items accomplished. At least, I think this would feel wonderful because, as of yet, that’s never happened. I’m just happy if I get through most of it. As soon as I finish writing this, I’m going to cross off the part that reads “Friday Blog” and then, maybe I’ll … bake some cookies.