Practically imperfect in every way. Start with a lot of silliness. Mix in some insecurities and a handful of awkwardness. Add a pound of naivety, innocence, and child-like wonderings. Blend well. Half-bake and top off with a sprinkle of imagination and dollop of dreams. It’s the recipe for me!
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I looked over my goals for 2007, and I’m pretty pleased with how well I’ve kept up with most things. The past few weeks have been scattered with things that have furthered these three ideals.
I purchased a cup this past weekend from a show of clay and glass artists. It probably makes more sense to make my own cups, but I want to collect cups from other potters, and this was my start. It’s a good cup, but flawed. Despite its flaws, I love it. Jacob and I fight over who gets to use the cup. Silly. But because we both prefer this cup to any other cup in our house, I have begun to wonder if I could sell my own pottery despite its flaws. Would someone else love it? I really doubt many people could “love” a cup the way I do. Regardless, I now want to fill my cupboards with handmade cups, and bowls, and plates, and everything else from all different artists.
I brought home a manual lawnmower last night. I’ve been wanting one for a while now, though I can’t really explain why. Rob was reluctant to try it out, but once he got started, he mowed the entire lawn with it easily. It’s so quiet and it doesn’t smell like gas. I like it.
I’ve taken up yet another new hobby. After re-evaluating my formal exercise program last spring, I dropped it with the intent of finding something else. It took a few months, but I found something I like. For now.
My Amazon wishlist has been growing like crazy. The list includes all kinds of books from pottery to keeping a family cow to homeschooling. Do you see a pattern? I can’t quite articulate how they are all related (beyond saying they are all MY interests.) Or maybe “nature, simplicity, and the pursuit of happiness” says it all.
It’s the spark of an idea that hits me unexpectedly. It’s the silly wonderings I have after a whirlwind of thoughts. It’s about creativity, inspiration, and imagination. But sometimes, it’s just about eating noodles.
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