When I'm tired of the daily grind, I get crafty. Chuckling to myself, I whipped up a batch of custom guitar picks the other day, just to see if it could be done. I'm weird that way; I realize it.
I'm a twisted daydreamer who lives with the mantra: "This will make a funny story someday."
In my mind, I have this vision of my son sitting around with his grandchildren, telling them how his Mama used to whip up a batch of homemade guitar picks "back in the day."
All my sons are musical; two of them play stringed instruments. My middle guy was the drummer and magician of the family (still is!), but he is also artistic. One way or another, creativity is in our blood.
Creativity is great on one hand, and bothersome on the other hand. I don't know when to quit.
My laundry room is one third laundry and two-thirds artsy studio, and thus it has been dubbed the laundrio. Tucked in the corner of my laundrio, my table-of-unknown-origin sits waiting for inspiration. Though it's pretty big, there's never enough room on my table - fortunately, I had my cabinet maker put in a counter top, desk and cabinets from the last remodel. Fill up the table, move to the desk.
Obsessively, I go to the laundrio to immerse myself in a craft until I've made a zillion of them and have become absolutely sick of making them. No use stopping till I hit that point. Literally, I must admit, I could not be forced to make even one more once I'm over it.
How about some examples?
For fun, I made a few Duck Tape wallets. Pondering all the options for designs, I wondered how many I could make without ever repeating a design. I made 400 more. After all, how many can you make before you are absolutely sick of making Duck Tape wallets? Turns out, it's about 450. Past that point, you'd have to hold a gun to my head to get me to make one (for now, anyway).
So, of course, I had to start carting things off to craft sales.
And after I sold every last one of them, I desperately needed a new craft to obsess over, and I became fascinated with tiny charms that looked like food. Of course, I did not invent this, I just went crazy with the idea.
I made super tiny cakes...
I did any custom request that came along...like a banana...
...or candy apples...
Once I was tired of tiny food charms, I moved on to tiny animals, like owls on a key chain:
Next it was birds' nests with a little egg for each child in the family:
In between, I'm sketching and painting, messing around with polymers, doing genealogy, volunteering, teaching home school classes in the community, creating side businesses, blogging about nothing five days a week, and oh, yeah...I'm someone's wife and mother [my husband emailed me after this was posted and said grammatically it sounds like a genetic nightmare]...I even take care of a house and a dog.
The question I have is this: When will everyone quit asking me what I'm going to do after my youngest son gets out of school (he's a Junior) or what will you do when you retire?
The answer has always been: "Whatever I want to do."
Flipster years are for me and my Hubzam, that saint of a man who has put up with it all, never questioning my latest round of crazy.
I promise I'll stay busy.