I believe a lot of things about myself. Things that aren’t necessarily true. Most people are kind enough to not lead me astray of my disillusions. So even when I can’t do something – I do it anyway. It’s how I roll.
Today I will tell you about my artistic ability.
I decided long long ago that I was artistically creative. I just have not found the right outlet to express it.
Though I’ve tried.
I can’t draw. Or paint. Or sculpt. Or knit. Or do anything you can recognize with play-doh. I can’t sketch. I can’t calligraphy. I can’t build furniture. I can’t even scrap book. I want so badly to do these things. It’s just that I do them all badly.
So I’m on to something else. I actually started last winter but had to put it all away for some summer activities. But with darkness descending on us ever quicklier (my word, dibs) I have time to go back to it.
If a paint brush, pencil, knitting needles, pens and playdoh aren’t working for me it’s time to put knives in my hands. And power tools.
Yes, knives, dremels, wood-burning utensils. In my hands.
Because I am determined to create something. Something beautiful.
I can’t give it away. Well, actually, I will be giving it away. I just can’t tell you what I’m doing.
With Christmas just around the corner you can all rest assured I will be gifting you all with my creativity.
So, those of you wondering what I will be buying you for Christmas you can be super excited now because I am making your presents! I know, I know, you are excited. I don’t blame you.
All this anticipation now.
Finally, my art …. will be expressed.
Lucky you.
You can start thanking me now.
You’re welcome.
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