First, after I finished posting yesterday I went and made the husband a lasagna for dinner. Which was beautiful and I'm assuming tasted good, he didn't complain. And he usually does if something is different or he doesn't like it. So, that's a plus.
After the lasagna I finished colouring the front of my writing notebook. It looks like this:
Isn't it pretty? It helps the inspiration process, I think. Yes, that is the pen I always write with. It's also the only black pen I own, and the only black pen I like. I don't know why I always write with this pen, but I do. I wrote two poems yesterday and one today. I'm definitely not going to share them, because they're pretty dark and personal. I may share them at some point, but not right now.
In other creativeness, I did some oil pastels and a little ink. Here's what I'm up to:
I like all three of these. I think I'm going to frame the last one and put it in my bedroom. There's something about it that really speaks to me. I don't even know what it is. I had some things in mind while I was making it and I think they really showed up. If I have to share inspiration for other people to like it, then it's not art. That's my thoughts on that.
Go make something.
Hope everyone had as creative a day as I did. I have some other crafty things to do.