I've spent this weekend feeling very creative. As I've wandered around my favorite photo sites, new craft blogs and the pages of other artistic individuals, I've felt moved to create. I always seem to have some project or other on the go, but sometimes I want to expand my repertoire and make something new. But I am foiled.
Foiled by my own fear of failure and paralyzed with inaction. The thought process goes something like this. " Oh my what a delightful necklace that is. I'll bet I could whip one of those up myself." Which then moves to; " All I need to do is pop out for a few supplies, but then I'm trying not to spend money, so I'll make do with what I have." As I start to sketch up ideas, the pencil just doesn't seem to be doing its interpretative duty of the images in my head. "Never mind, I'll just go with the flow and it is bound to be a masterpiece." I pull out all my tools and look at the pile of notions in front of me, and while they look lovely, nothing is jumping of the table saying wear me. As I am twisting the first piece of wire I start to think, " I really don't need another necklace, I mean really when the hell am I going to wear this creation I have too many already." Now that's not right. I should be fantasizing about just how much more attractive this necklace is going to make me. How the subtle way I've added a little charm here and there will increase my wit at parties. But somehow, it is still just a pile of stuff that is not looking any more animated than when I started.
So like the trooper I am, I decided to quit and make some coffee instead. And then I broke a nail.. Bugger.
A fashion stylist who is very handy with a camera. This shot is of a Luella necklace - the source of my current pain. (I don't know if she took this shot herself, but either way...)