Get yourself to a library (or a bookstore) and pick yourself up a copy of The House at Riverton. Change into pajamas, curl up with a blanket on the couch, and lose yourself in this fantastic book. (Honestly, the best I've read in a long time.) It's the perfect book for fall - just a bit haunting and mysterious. Do this every night for a week until you finish it. (If I didn't have to sleep and wake up for work and do other various "living" I probably would have read it straight through.)
And though I don't recommend it, finishing it up while you're sick and under a pile of blankets almost makes it that much better. Almost.
Kevin and I tend to get addicted to food ... pho, ramen, pasta mama (notice a noodle trend?). I guess when we like something, we really like it. We found out recently that one of our friends drives about 10 miles just to get coffee at a shop near our house. A lot. Naturally, we had to go there. Let's just say the first day we went, we went twice. It isn't just the coffee that is good (it's good, trust me), it's the vibe the place gives off. Most coffee places feel so unwelcoming these days. With its overstuffed chairs and couch and plentiful seating, this place just begs you to sit down and truly enjoy your coffee. (In a giant latte mug complete with latte art.)
Needless to say, we've been back multiple times since last week.
My, it's been a while since I was last here. Life's been busy, and I was doing my best to slow it down and gain some sort of focus. I'm happy to say that I think focus has been achieved.
You see, I reached a point where I was spending more time overwhelmed by my creative goals than actually doing anything creative. And gosh, I need to be creative. And let's not talk about how much money I was spending on art supplies that will never be touched. Something needed to change.
I realized I needed to pick my favorite creative outlets and stick with them. I had to be honest with myself. Yes, I think about scrapbooking often. I make grandiose plans to scrapbook, I buy a ton of paper and embellishments, but let's face it: I'm not going to scrapbook. The same goes for sewing. I buy fabric. I pick out things to sew. The thing is, I can't sew. Not a lick.
When it comes down to it, at the end of the day I find the most comfort by losing myself in a journal page or picking up some yarn and needles (or a hook). That's what my heart wants to do the most, and it's what brings me the most joy.
So I've been paring my supplies down and keeping only what fits into my artistic heart. It's been a slow (and hard) process. I have a far way to go, but it feels good compiling a journaling tub, filled with my journaling essentials: paint, pens, pastels, brushes, and inkpads. I still have loads to go through, but it feels really good.
That being said, I finally got a chance to work on a page tonight. Maybe it was the difficult day I had, or maybe it was spending the day editing articles for Art Journaling, but I just needed to do it when I got home. And gosh. I feel better.