This weekend, I had the chance to go to The French Nest. I was going to go with my sweet friend Jeanne, but she had far too much beautiful stuff to make for her shop. She just listed all of it this morning and it's all beautiful! I bought a bracelet/cuff and I cannot wait to get it.
When Jeanne couldn't come with me, I almost didn't go (have I told you about my social anxiety before?) Adam forbade me to spend all day Saturday working, and I am so, so glad I have a husband who knows me so well.
This market is in Old Town Fort Collins every month from May-October. This past weekend was the last one of the year. I am sad for that, but so so happy I went. I was so inspired.
So many different mediums we can choose to express ourselves. So many mediums I've never tried. I've settled on writing, but does that mean all I can do is write? What about all the people who swear they aren't creative? What would it take to prove to them that they are?
Creativity is so intensely personal, but I do believe there are some similiarities from person to person. It's got me up at night thinking...
I'm really curious about other people's creative processes, so I hope you'll share. Mine is in a bit of limbo right now so I've got time to ponder. And if you don't think you're creative, why not? Would a trip to the outdoor market change your mind or make you feel inferior?
Then you'd be hooked, right?
I am. And I'm hooked on creativity.
Up at night thinking...