My last post was about feeling stuck. It was written seven months ago.
Needless to say, I didn't get unstuck overnight.
What finally worked was a little experiment I did. I created something from start to finish every day for 30 days. That was it. Those were the rules. Create something (anything!) from start to finish each day. For 30 days. Oh, and I wasn't allowing myself to show anyone. I wanted zero feedback, you see, this was just for me, to play around in different mediums and see what I liked. To see if anything would spark anything.
I painted on canvas, I painted on wood, I painted on watercolor paper with ink outlines. I woodburned on wood, I designed and cut wooden figures. I woodburned on leather. I stained leather and painted leather. I sewed a bag. I drew pictures with a pen.
And you know what happened?
Well, exactly what I hoped would happen. Ideas started to flow and I could feel myself becoming unstuck. I particularly enjoyed working with wood (surprise, surprise) so that is where my focus is right now. Thus, my woodmouse shop is open once again.
Most of my new designs are directly from what has been on my mind lately. Homesteading, farming, simple living and such.
These beehives are one of my favorites. Probably just because I want to keep bees though.
Course, I'm also partial to this badger. But I don't actually want a badger. (My heart belongs to Wisconsin though and it IS their state animal, hmmmm...)
Chicken coops. They are so dang cute. Although I have a chicken coop I could still look at pictures of them all day long. Why is that?
But these mason jars. I can't even. Aren't mason jars the perfect symbol of homesteading and simple living?
And that is just a tiny, tiny sample.
There are over 50 listings in my woodmouse shop right now. Hello, unstuckness!
(People still ask me if I will ever write on the crappy blog again. The truth is I lay in bed each night and write hilarious blog posts in my head. Every. Single. Night. This is fairly new, but this hasn't translated into actually writing for real. Still, it's something.)
