It’s a strange time for a hello post. It sounds like I’m just starting out. Instead I’m returning. I’ve been on FB a lot and mostly sharing other people’s posts. But I’m feeling the need/desire to write more. So maybe I’ll be back. If you want to hear more from me, check out Artsy Wanderer on FB. Can’t promise lots of content but there’s a lot more than here. I hope you’ve all been well!
This is a true story. Last Saturday night my husband and I went to a concert. On the walk from the parking lot to the concert area we passed a series of flowers. First sunflowers. Then crepe myrtle. I noticed them and talked about them. We took the picture above with the sunflowers. As we passed the crepe myrtle I said “I wonder if they like lots of sun.”
After the concert it was dark and we started to get lost going back to the car. Then I remembered the flowers. We looked for the crepe myrtle and found it. And then the sunflowers and we got back to the car.
It was a bit like Hansel and Gretel with the breadcrumbs in the forest. I’ve always loved flowers. And they love me back.
I’m always amazed by the creative process. It’s like I have an internal muse. For at least two years I was a dollmaker and then abruptly I stopped. Now, crocheting is my passion. My favorite thing is to order yarn and even if I might have plans for it, it becomes what it’s supposed to be. I may buy yarn for a scarf for a friend. And yet, it might get called into a blanket for someone else. The yarn speaks, quietly and in many colors.