|my obsesson- pretty colored and patterned things...|
How could I resist this journal cover?
(I needed a new journal like I need a hole in the head.)
It was a rough day of substitute teaching, the kind that makes me grateful it's not my class. I'm sure they all have their redeeming qualities individually, but put a bunch of 5th graders in a room together on a rainy Friday and it's all sass and attitude. I was totally the bad guy. By the end of it I had a killer tension headache and my own bad attitude. So not how I wanted to start my weekend!
Deep in thought and frustration on the drive home, I took the wrong exit and somehow ended up in the parking lot of Michael's craft store. I have no idea how this happened.
So under the pretense that I had to pick up supplies for our art Meetup this weekend, I allowed myself to enter. Such a bad (super, awesome, wonderful, perfect) idea! This is retail therapy for artists on a budget. (And today it was my form of self-care.) Something is always on sale, or is my favorite color of the week, or has a bird on it. I am charmed and helpless to resist. I get lost in this place like my husband gets lost at Home Depot or Guitar Center. It's the good kind of lost where you happily dream away an hour, and before you know it, it's dark outside and you're hungry and you wish you had chosen a cart instead of a basket. Hey, it happens.
Sometimes I wander aimlessly, letting inspiration find me. Other times I have a system, my perfect "cheer me right up" path through the store. First I hit up the dollar bins to search for treasures to use for collage. (A few new stamps and this cute journal became mine today.) Then I browse the scrapbook paper for whimsical patterns. I could probably wallpaper my house with all the decorative papers I own. Next I find my way to the beads. Those pretty little baubles always remind me of happy times. Eventually I make my way to the back of the store where they keep the artist's grade tools. I stare up at the big canvases that I haven't yet mustered the guts to purchase. (Someday I want to make BIG art!) Then I visit the brushes and get totally intimidated by all the different types for all the different painterly reasons that I have yet to discover. I usually walk out with a small addition to my creative tool collection, and a whole lot of enthusiasm.
So maybe I did't make a piece of art today, but I made myself happy by dreaming of the ways I'd love to play with art.
I salvaged my inspiration.