Creativity

I have no idea where this post is going because I started with one thought and my brain has since resembled a pinball machine. My husband will often ask, “What made you think of that?” and I often have to reply that it would be too complicated to try to explain the thought process.

As I sat down to begin typing this post, I remembered a dream I had last night. I dreamed that my daughter got into my blog dashboard and wrote a post or two of her own. I was horrified and we had a talk about how respecting someone’s property even applies to their virtual belongings and that she would have to ask permission from now on. I’ve been fighting some kind of virus for a few days, and things like that tend to make my dreams unbelievably real. For a moment just now I thought I might click on my blog and see her posts. I’m relieved to see it really was just a dream.

Back to my original thought. (Which reminds me of something else, but I don’t dare go there because I may not find my way back.) I wish I was a scrapbooker. I look at gorgeous layouts like this:

and think, “Hey, I’m creative ~ I could do that!” And I really believe it. Then I try. And I’m very frustrated to find that no, I can’t do that. I can come close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.

So I’ll never be a scrapbooker. (I keep trying to type scrabpooker, but I don’t really want to be one of those.) Every once in a while I’ll surf the scrap sites and drool over pictures like these and then go back to my cards. I can make a decent card and be satisfied with it; I can spend hours on one scrapbook page and still not be happy. I love to be creative, but like all moms of young children, I just don’t have a lot of time and energy for it.

I haven’t forgotten about the promised Round Tab Punch Post. I have two cram-packed-full memory cards and no blank CDs, so the post will have to wait until I can clear those cards and take some pictures. I know you are all on pins and needles waiting to see why you need to be able to punch out round tabs at will.

I think the virus is taking over once again. The pinball machine just broke down and I find myself in need of sleep. I spent the morning on the couch, and by the time we had all eaten a little lunch I was making plans to run out and do a few errands, do a little gardening, get the house cleaned up and a casserole in the oven for supper… Plans change. I’m heading for the couch. It’s going to be a movie kind of afternoon.

I guess for now I’ll have to use my imagination to figure out how to do today from the couch. It’s a good thing I have a very capable daughter.