I live for that creative surge....you know the feeling....it hits you just as sleep has crept its way through your veins.....at that very moment when you have just about given in to sleeps demands....creativity brushes her soft finger tips across your cheek...she is gentle at first, trying to wake you but becomes more and more persistent.....so much so that it becomes her mission to take extreme measures to get you up. She won’t stop until your feet hit the floor and your pencil hits that paper.....writing, scribbling, jotting down your ideas.. It’s 3 am and the colors seem so right....you’ll never get to sleep now....and somehow your not mad at her for waking you....you wish she would do it more often.
Vintage Wave Jewelry: It all started when my great grandmother passed away. I was just about eight years old and she left me her jewelry box. An old black box with a red A…
- Born on May 9
- Joined April 7, 2008