I would say that our family is extremely creative and inventive. We all have our own styles and strengths which cascade forth in obscure, inconsistent, and unpredictable weird, wild, clever ideas!
We build, sew, draw, glue, file, hack, paint, saw, weld, stitch, clamp, drill, and sand a number of unique items that inevitably reach their artful conclusion beautifully complete (or not!) or simply as an item 'of use'.
Despite the numerous genuine compliments received on any given project, I would say that an odd illness permeates our family: we suffer from boredom, sometimes a lack of confidence, and an aggravating sense of 'sameness', which despite our successes, tends to cause a slow shut- down of spirit, a restlessness, a driving desire to 'move on'.
Baffling to others, our interesting projects do not hold our OWN interest; we are destined to try something 'new', thus broadening our horizons, to experiment, to play. The current work is tucked away to the past (temporarily or forever), while a new agenda is formulated to its utmost level of completion.
While these projects are all well and good and deeply satisfying to a great extent (until 'sameness' attacks once again), I sadly see no vast monetary fortunes on our horizons, but at least we've harvested a personal richness and we all love to communicate our trials and tribulations to each other.
Make stuff!
(Bailey's Mermaid Doll above)
I think I need to add a new inventor to the page! Last year Paula sketched out an idea for her prom dress and her and her mother created it last week. I really really appreciate those who are still willing to sew and create something time-consuming and elaborate! Kudos to them-it's becoming a lost art.
