You know how sometimes life takes control of your free time? And makes it so there aren’t nearly enough minutes available to do all of the millions of things on your list? This isn’t actually meant to be rhetorical – I usually have enough time to do what I WANT and what I NEED to do. Maybe not as much time as I’d like, but it’s still possible.
But that’s where I’ve been for the past couple of weeks. We had some truly wonderful family obligations two weekends ago that left hubby, daughter and I completely wiped out. Then last weekend was filled with very long car rides that didn’t amount to much of anything productive. So feel a little lost and a lot looking forward to the weekend.
On the other hand, one of my ponderings has been (for quite some time) the mysterious world of fabric design. I accidentally discovered Spoonflower a few months ago and that has led to many a daydream about the process of those wonderful people who design the gorgeous fabric we love. I am NOT (NOT!) a Photoshop or Illustrator maven, nor am I particularly interested in learning those programs (or shelling out the megabucks to buy them). I have downloaded Inkscape which is the poor man’s version of Illustrator and have spent far too much time angrily staring at the screen and wishing I had the patience and/or motivation to learn how to use it. Yet, I think there must be a market for the hand-drawer (I just made that word up) to be able to express themselves on fabric?
So imagine my happiness and excitement when I found this book online:
OH how excited I am! It has received wonderful reviews so far and I think it’s just the coolest book to come out in forever! AND IT COMES IN AN EBOOK FORMAT! Happy Happy Day! I hate waiting for books to come in the mail.
But wait, there’s more.
This past weekend amidst the hustle and bustle, we took time out to go see The Lorax. I’ve always liked Dr. Seuss – who hasn’t? – and I was interested to see the movie because where has Danny DeVito been? And we are animal lovers so I knew there would be cute creatures everywhere.
So watching the animation got me picking up my pencil and doodling. I am what they call a “closet” doodler. I don’t show anyone my work, I just fill up the pages in my notebook. I have zero training and zero artistic talent, but I can copy someone else’s work like a mo-fo. The stuff I come up with in my own head is woefully boring and repetitive. Sigh.
BUT, I draw anyway. Because I think that practice will help, that maybe someday some hidden part of my brain will release some heretofore unknown creativity that I long for. Or maybe they’ll come up with a pill or something.