What inspires me? This is the question that motivates me daily this year, and I’ve been pretty diligent about keeping a journal of daily inspirations – creatively speaking. I’ve discovered that I love texture – not just fabric, as I started out by hating to sew, but doing clay work while still in junior high and loving the subtle difference between thrown pots and coiled pots, but now I enjoy all textures – nubbly tweeds, smooth marble, rough bricks, and mesmerizing, vintage chenille bedspreads, just to name a few. This week I went to a brilliant, little museum call the A. E. Seaman Mineral Museum in Houghton, MI…waaayyyy up in the U.P. on the campus of Michigan Tech. This is a gem of a find – pun intended! It’s a stunningly beautiful museum with modern sensibilities, wonderful exhibits and information, and maybe best of all, a gift shop that is incredibly well-priced. The staff is very friendly and helpful. I started my Christmas shopping. Don’t laugh, my son has already mocked me for Christmas shopping in May.
Also, FINALLY, my daffodils are in full bloom – YEA! They are glorious! If you aren’t a gardener, this may not seem like much of a big deal, but S-P-R-I-N-G this year has been an elusive player. Last Sunday on Mother’s Day we had snow, some freezing rain which bounced on our heads, and finally a little bit of sleet. It was lovely. OK, that was facetious, as it was a lot like Easter Sunday…cold, rainy, gray, dreary, with a side of ugly. Earlier in the week it had been 74° and sunny, so many of us hopeful gardeners moved some of our tender plants outside…like wintered-over geraniums, only to lug them back indoors once again. I had a start of my Gram Day’s red geranium for years and years, even after she had passed, I moved it in-and-out of every house that we lived in until it finally died off. I still keep red geraniums, hot pink, now, too, as Gram would have loved them.
Anyone who sews, quilts, paints, throws pots, scrapbooks, or crafts, knows about ‘creep’ – that phenomenon where a room with a horizontal surface becomes a new place to “keep” things. My dining room, for example, was simply NOT being used to it’s full capacity on a daily basis anymore (empty nester) sooo, I couldn’t help but use it for a cutting surface when I needed a 5’ space. One of the things I’ve discovered in searching for daily inspiration, is that INSPIRATION can come from anywhere. Grocery stores, flower markets, walks through the woods, window shopping, picking up a prescription, etc. Sometimes my inspiration needs immediate attention, and I converted my dining room table to a cutting table about 3 weeks ago. When I came home from the Michigan UP adventure, I found my dining room table looking like this….I’m guessing my husband might have an opinion about eating meals in that room again! Weird.
Look around. Touch. See with a new perspective. Breathe deeply. Observe. Smell the Hyacinths. Try something new. What inspires you?