CREATVITY

I lack creativity. I knew it the minute I posted the picture of the bunny with sea shells the week before fall began. And everyone was so sympathetic...just put a few leaves and acorns on the bunny's serving tray and it will look like fall. So I added some candy corn. Doesn't it look festive?


I really have been under the weather with the asthma, going on 9 straight days. You might say that I am lacking oxygen to the brain. What feels real is that I may be lacking a creativity chip. Blogging has helped a little, but I sometimes can't help but think, am I inspired or am I imitating?
Daughter Emily is in her last year of interior design school. This is the project she is working on now.
See the gorgeous upholstery job she is working on? Well, not just the upholstery part, she is building the chair as well. I don't suppose we would exactly choose to take on a project like this, but the thing is, she's really having a ball and I am loving the process as well, considering I have never upholstered or built anything in my life.
I watched with pride as she worked on this yesterday. I even helped with the stapling of it {I had never used a staple gun before}.

After she left, I sat wondering about many things. She dived into this project like she does most things. She came home from Joann Fabrics and sat down on the floor and got right to work. I would have pondered the whole project for awhile and taken baby steps. I would have been on my second coat of paint today after carefully letting the first dry all night. That's just how I roll. I still think about that beautiful sewing machine that I bought and then got stuck on the threading part. I joke about it but the thing is...once it's threaded, I feel something is expected of me, that I will expect something of myself, and what if I fail?
The lack of oxygen has really slowed me down. I haven't cooked all week, I love my carry out menu book. Yesterday I was just tired of sitting or lying in bed. I found a box of chicken broth, cooked up some onion and chicken in butter and olive oil, threw in some broccoli, carrots and sugar snap peas and made some chicken soup. Not exactly the traditional veggies, but it worked. It was delicious.
Lying in bed last night with my jammies and Vicks on, magazines and dogs all around, I thought about gifts. I thought about talent; things we are born with and things we hone. I am so darn proud of my kids, my heart wants to burst. But I don't give myself credit for the things that I love to do...the things I've learned and what comes naturally. Maybe I will teach my future daughter in law how to cook, maybe I will write a book. Maybe I will thread that sewing machine and make quilts and pillows all winter long. Anything is possible, I have learned that from my children. And I am passing it on to myself.