when the tree and ornaments have been put away, the holiday guests are gone and the fresh new year has arrived
I take a deep breath, put on a new pair of comfy slippers, snuggle up with my dogs and devour every art, decorating and gardening book or magazine I can get my hands on. I literally stuff myself full of eye candy like a greedy child.
When I've finished every one cover to cover...my eyes bleary, my mind racing with inspiration and anticipation...I begin a fresh journal for the new year jotting down my ideas and thoughts with little sketches and doodles
A few years ago I used to feel somewhat guilty in partaking in this yearly ritual - was I being selfish and downright gluttonous spending so much time with my muse, gleefully flipping pages? But I've realized over the years that...
art is the culmination of inspired moments
Well said and love your vignettes!
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