All of last week and now the beginning of this one I have been indoors flitting about my home as I chase every bit of whimsy which pops into my over-excited mind. Summer is nearing the finish line, but my heart refuses to confine itself back to the mandatory duties of education. It would much rather design a few necklaces, bake some ginger cookies, fill canvases with paint, re-decorate, and blog for the next five months straight.
Seeing that unrealistic fantasy of mine quickly vanish as I descend into reality is painful, but at least I know that for two more weeks I may try to fill each day with crafty activities is at least a drop of balm on my wounded heart.
Besides spray painting my headboard, I have been experimenting with brushes and canvas. My talent in this area is rather limited, but I try. Since last summer, experimenting with canvas has been one of my favorite things to do (though I do get very frustrated with myself at times). Still, most of the time it's calming to sit on my porch with my mom's easel and gently stroke paint onto canvas with the hope that when it's finished a small masterpiece will emerge.
I don't believe I have ever been so in love with summer as I am this year; it is now very evident why people would name their children after this opportune season -- because summer is amazing and inspiring.
I know I haven't mentioned this recently, but I certainly have noticed that I hit 50 followers! Woot-woot! To all you readers out there, thank you; you all inspire me everyday.
And about school starting. I can at least dream that school is far away. What are imaginations for, if not to help us break away from reality for a minute or two?