Back in March, I posted the following on my FB fan page (or whatever they’re calling non-personal FB accounts now-a-days):
I returned from Utah, unpacked, and finished 6 months worth of housework, during which time my creativity decided to take a holiday and has yet to return. I know the conclusion of an intensive, long-term project (like taking care of my grandmother) can deflate the euphoria of success, but it’s been nearly 3 months. What do you do to get out of this kind of funk?
I figured I needed about a year to straighten myself out. Here’s what I’ve accomplished so far:
A cubyhole for my gift boxes now exists. Not really exciting to anyone but me, but it is hopefully a breakthrough from the fug in which I’ve been drifting).
Progress never ends!
(BWT, that’s a custom order (one of 8 different projects!) for a “tree of love” being roughed out on my external disc drive; can you find the 3 structural hearts? The large open spaces will have dangling crystal hearts in birthstone colors! Seems like my bread-and-butter for the past 9 months have been custom orders; blessings to everyone who gave me such exciting projects.) 🙂