The Inspiration of Others

Sometimes I need to be reminded that by creating art I belong to a community of makers who do the same. I think it's the isolation; I need to get out and get inspired by others in person when I can, or seek out their creations when I need comfort or a boot in the creative butt.

The county quilt show did that this year, and so does the Orlando Weavers' holiday show when they come to town every December. I've attended it for three years now, and I always score beautiful hand woven art yarn and kitchen towels, but more importantly, I can be around other makers and talk with them. Had a blast at the show this year. :)

I invested in some native made jewelry with pearls for Kat's Christmas gift, but because she's not coming to visit us this year I can't see her opening them. On the upside, it was nice to be able to ship her gift direct to her from an indy jewelry shop in the islands. I got myself a pearl bracelet from 14carrot, my favorite Etsy seller because a) it was beautiful and b) it's a reminder to make the best of the holidays no matter what happens.

Speaking of one of my favorite muses, I also got another trio of 14carrot's quilt tags to help jumpstart the last round of my own this month. I've been feeling so blue I'm a week behind on the project, and seeing her artistry always inspires my own.

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