I'm not as creative as I once was. I used to draw non-stop. I painted on occasion ... first on canvas and the eventually painting gifts like a custom Winnie the Pooh toy box for a friend's baby shower ... or a tiny Teletubbies rocking chair for my godson's second birthday.
Maybe it's age? Little by little, the muse left. I guess maybe part of it goes to the blog now? Although this isn't really creative as much as public therapy.
These days, if I create anything, it's usually crocheting. A friend on Facebook shared a flower patterned window treatment with me ... and it got me thinking. Stoney saw the post and immediately texted me to say, "That's not going up in my house." No no no ... it looked pretty ratchet hanging on a window ... but ... as a baby blanket? We have a friend whose daughter turns a year old next month ... and so ...
And so I started crocheting flowers. Today I spent the day making flower after flower ... and letting movies play in the background so I can listen and look up occasionally.
No ... it's not canvas anymore. And I don't carry my sketchbook with me like I used to. Heck, I don't even know where my paints are in this house. But ... I guess every little bit helps ...
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Pocahontas - Colors of the Wind
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