It's not that I'm without skill. I'm decent at drawing. I enjoy music and over the course of my life have competently played the piano, the trumpet, and the tuba. I have a passion for the written word, which manifests in a love of reading and writing (something I'm finally indulging in this charming little blog of mine). I'm decently crafty, with the ability to cross-stitch, crochet, and knit all locked away in some part of my brain. I love to cook and bake, and I'm told that I'm good at it. So I have the foundation for quite a few hobbies, but what I lack is the structure or discipline to make time for any of these things. Don't get me wrong: I like watching tv and being addicted to the internet, and I rarely feel like the time devoted to those things is wasted. But I guess I'd like to feel a bit more well-rounded and to cultivate a few more conversational topics besides facebook, Pioneer Woman, and episodes of Glee. (But if you want to talk about any of those things, I'm so your girl.)
The Flying Burrito with Philip and our friend Bob (which is usually about as good as a Tuesday gets for me) or going to "It's Always Something," a new series of lunchtime library programs, I chose the program, where local artist Sylvia Wilkes taught us a bit about watercolors and turned us loose to make something. I took some really terrible pictures of my finished project (well, almost finished--I still need to actually mount them on that white background).
We started by doing crayon rubbings of various textures.
I used mostly toothpicks.
And a coil of wire.
Then once we had our textures, we painted over them with watercolors . . .
Sometimes blank paper terrifies me.
It was intimidating, but I just gritted my teeth and played through it.
Then using a cardboard viewfinder, I selected the pieces of my whole page that I wanted to cut out and highlight, which is why there are five small pieces instead of one larger one.
While I was at the program today, I also committed to attending the next meeting of the library book club, which is next Tuesday. We're reading Skeletons at the Feast by Chris Bohjalian, which sounds intriguing. Expect a review once I finish it.
Apparently the experience got my creativity flowing because after work, when I was doing my pre-snow Krogering, along with three quarters of the population of Little Rock, I couldn't walk down an aisle without getting a brilliant idea for some recipe I wanted to try out. The sensible, frugal side of me didn't allow that creative genius to go completely out-of-control, but I did come home with some interesting prospective ingredients. Tonight, I made taco soup (soups are my specialty) and, for the first time ever, homemade applesauce. I realize those two things don't go together. The applesauce was more for later, than the soup, but I'm pleased to report that I did a fairly impressive job of both.
And the good times don't stop there. If I can convince my moma to give me a refresher course in casting on when I see her week after next, I'll be able to go to the third Tuesday library program (Sit and Stitch) and gossip over knitting needles with Philip and my awesome boss Lisa.
But I've definitely had enough of my hobbies, old and new, tonight. Genesis chapters 12-14 are calling my name. I'm still on track with project 4:4, if you count reading after midnight but before I've officially called it a day as being on track. I personally do.