Man I have been MOODY these last couple of days. I think the 5-ish days of going to bed at midnight and sleeping uninterrupted are catching up with me. (You guys, I watched like 5 movies–2 of them in the theatre.) Or, you know, the slap in the face bringing me back to non-sleeping reality. Your pick. I feel tired, and dreary and beaten, but really for no good reason. Even the sunshine and warmer (as in like, 35!!) temperatures we’ve had the last few days haven’t helped. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll pull out of it soon.
I went to an amazing place this past weekend, where this man does pottery—like has a huge workshop and you can just go in there and watch him work–right up in his face while he chit-chats with you. There is also a huge showroom with thousands of items for sale. I’ve never been to such a place and all the handcrafted pottery was amazing. I bought a gorgeous heavy, deep blue mug, because you know I can’t go anywhere without buying a mug. I just can’t stop thinking about it. I don’t come across many cool places anymore, but this place…was cool. I could have spent a lot of money there. I don’t want to link to his site here because I feel like I could be found by someone local looking for him, but if you are interested in looking at his stuff, email me. (Carrie, I’m looking at you; he’s close to you I think.)
It got me thinking about my untapped creativity though. I used to do a lot of stenciling. I got started in an interior design class in high school, and stenciled many things for years—the last thing being the wooden window box hanging on our porch. And then I just stopped. I don’t know why. I really enjoyed making those cards. And while I may not want to do that in a group setting all the time, I feel like if I invested a little bit, I could really make some nice, useful things. The people I have given my cards to have loved them. And with something like that, the possibilities are endless.
I don’t know though. Maybe I’m reaching, but something has just seemed to be missing lately. Maybe in part to having extra time on my hands from being at home, maybe because the kids are getting big and not
sucking the life out ofneeding me as much. I can’t put my finger on what I need or want here, but it is something.