I've been this way forever.
Years ago, I used to be a tole painter - I would head for the basement any time I was angry, upset, or just feeling blue, and paint the night away.
I used to romanticize this by comparing myself to an oyster - taking all the little irritants in life, and creating something beautiful out of them.
(Pollyanna syndrome.)
Anyway, it's been a cold gloomy week, and all kinds of things have gone wrong, so yesterday I put up the craft table, popped the Gilmore Girls in the DVD player, and indulged myself in some crafty therapy.
Good for what ails you.
Before I knew it, the whole family was right there with me.
Here's the result...
This card has been lurking in the back of my mind for a week or more.
Geraniums always make me think of my mom.
She often had them growing in the window sills at home. They are such bright cheery colors - I can still smell them...
This one gave me a really hard time.
I had something completely different in mind when I started it, but it had a ideas of it's own.
We battled it out for a while, but it won...
Lastly, this little puppy came together almost all by itself.
Effortless.
I've been busy scrapbooking lately too - documenting that Disney trip.
I'll post pictures of that project when I finish, (and when I get a better grip on using my new camera indoors.) :-)
Thanks for the visit!
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