The other day I was stressed out and just not feelin' it... the mojo had fled. I sat and stared at paper, got random things out, shifted piles around, and generally felt guilty about not coming up with anything fabulous to share with you guys. After all, I'm surrounded by cool toys many of you would kill to own! I have a dream job, right?
I got out a fresh pack of watercolor paper, my ink refills, and my Aquapainters, and just goofed off. I had to give myself the same stern talking-to I give my stampers sometimes: "It's only paper!" Sometimes it ends up on a card, sometimes it ends up in the trash. But that's ok. It's only paper.
Released from the pressure of having to make something pretty, guess what I did? I made something pretty! Several somethings!
That afternoon I A) used up that entire pack and B) made a Glorious Mess. There were more that I'm not showing you. That's because they look like my third grade art class got a little carried away. I doodled, and it was not pretty. I shouldn't be allowed to doodle.
But that's ok. Ink was applied to paper, stress was relieved, smiles were restored. Some paper went on a card, and some went in the trash, because that's how it goes.
It ain't about the paper. It's about the person... some times more about the one on THIS end of the mailbox, than the other end, to be perfectly honest.
Stamping as therapy. Who knew?