When I was about... 11? I got an assignment back from a teacher with a note that I was extraordinarily uncreative. We had to write a story about *anything*. So I wrote about the trip my family had taken to Central Australia over the summer. Non-fiction, sure, but she didn't say it couldn't be...
Anyway, I digress. I wish I could find that teacher now, because her crap writing assignment doesn't mean I'm uncreative! I've just today realised how much of our flat is covered in my 'creativity'.
|Oh look! Here's one of my NY photos on the wall. I also painted the canvas with the clock in front of it.|
|Another NY photo. Note also the Burda magazine, for sewing-y goodness. Stephen King novels don't count as creative reading ;-)|
|Oh my, some more photos.|
Hope you all had a relaxing long weekend!