Inspiration can come from anywhere at any time. Your imagination, riding the bus, doodling, nature, poverty, need, to name a few. I'm so grateful that I was raised by parents that read to me, sang me to sleep and didn't pressure me to be anything other than myself. I think it allowed my mind and soul to develop in such a way that I let things be absorbed, no matter how odd they might seem to someone else.
It's totally normal for me to see something IN something else, that others might not see. I have these tiles in my bathroom. I love them. I picked them out when we were building the addition to our house. They're very amoeba-like. I see something new in them every day.
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| Exposed varnished brick chimney in my house |
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| Dried Sea Oats from my garden |
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| Old Pottery Shard in Moss |
I love textures, patterns and combinations. They inspire me.
I've been crocheting this green string on and off for a couple of years now. I'm not a great crocheter. My grandmother, mother and sister all took a turn, at one time or another, trying to teach me to crochet when I was young, but I couldn't catch on. Then one day at work I asked a co-worker (who was happily crocheting away at lunch time) to teach me. We got a little workshop together and about four of us learned how to crochet together. I've been hooked ever since! I certainly do love to do it! I've made some scarves for myself and my kids, but for some reason I just really love to crochet this damn green string! And I'm not interested in turning it into anything other than roping. I've made yards and yards of it! Weird, I know.
I just love it wrapped around these old spools!
awesome colors and textures,
ReplyDeletethanks for sharing them!