Dream Out Loud
Lovely day today. Much cooler than it's been.
Went to the scrapbook store and spent too much money. Apparently I'm obsessed now. That's what happens to me, though. I get interested in something and I give it everything I've got. Full throttle, no holds barred, head over heels, and all those other cliches.
I'm an all or nothing person, really.
But this is something I enjoy and could possibly make money doing, because when Cousin was over here last night, she showed me this website where you can buy and sell craft items. Oh--I mentioned that already, didn't I? But I'm thinking I could make these scrapbooks and sell them on this website. I'd have to charge a bit of money to offset the cost of supplies and labor--not that I want to charge much for labor, since it's really a labor of love and not a chore--but I could make something out of doing this. And I could make my soap and sell that as well. I miss not doing that. I used to make soap quite often when I had my own place and give it away as Christmas gifts.
You know, I was thinking that I wasn't that good at the scrapbooking thing, but now that I've started this, I'm enjoying it a lot more. I think because there's a pattern for me to follow. It's weird because I'm a creative person, but my creativity only extends to writing, I think. I can write and write and write, but when it comes to dreaming up scrapbook layouts, my brain goes blank. With these little books though, since there's a pattern to follow, I can go with those guidelines but still be imaginative enough to have some deviation from the pattern.
It's fun. And it makes me happy.
And you know what else is weird? Before I started doing this (but had all the supplies to start), I was getting that itch to create, like I get when I need to write. It was driving me mad, actually, and once I sat down and got started, I felt a lot better. It's like I have something in me that needs to create things, to dream up things, to take what's in my head and make it come out somehow. Like I have a vision and I have to do something with it, or I'll go crazy. Do all artists/writers/etc. get like that?
I wonder.
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You know what? I'm going to make one hell of a teacher someday.
Went to the scrapbook store and spent too much money. Apparently I'm obsessed now. That's what happens to me, though. I get interested in something and I give it everything I've got. Full throttle, no holds barred, head over heels, and all those other cliches.
I'm an all or nothing person, really.
But this is something I enjoy and could possibly make money doing, because when Cousin was over here last night, she showed me this website where you can buy and sell craft items. Oh--I mentioned that already, didn't I? But I'm thinking I could make these scrapbooks and sell them on this website. I'd have to charge a bit of money to offset the cost of supplies and labor--not that I want to charge much for labor, since it's really a labor of love and not a chore--but I could make something out of doing this. And I could make my soap and sell that as well. I miss not doing that. I used to make soap quite often when I had my own place and give it away as Christmas gifts.
You know, I was thinking that I wasn't that good at the scrapbooking thing, but now that I've started this, I'm enjoying it a lot more. I think because there's a pattern for me to follow. It's weird because I'm a creative person, but my creativity only extends to writing, I think. I can write and write and write, but when it comes to dreaming up scrapbook layouts, my brain goes blank. With these little books though, since there's a pattern to follow, I can go with those guidelines but still be imaginative enough to have some deviation from the pattern.
It's fun. And it makes me happy.
And you know what else is weird? Before I started doing this (but had all the supplies to start), I was getting that itch to create, like I get when I need to write. It was driving me mad, actually, and once I sat down and got started, I felt a lot better. It's like I have something in me that needs to create things, to dream up things, to take what's in my head and make it come out somehow. Like I have a vision and I have to do something with it, or I'll go crazy. Do all artists/writers/etc. get like that?
I wonder.
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You know what? I'm going to make one hell of a teacher someday.