This weekend my mom used a roll of old wall paper that she bought or a dollar at the thrift store to re-line her pantry shelves.
She did this while her house was full of family and kids and while making dinner and cleaning. We teased her mercilessly about it because that is how my family rolls. 😉
She said something very true: “decorating my house is how I’m creative.”
How true! I paint and sew. My mom decorates. My house looks like a tornado hit it with a craft supply store. Hers looks like the pages of a magazine. And both are the signs of us living our creativity.
I didn’t do that much creative for years. I was busy getting graduate degrees (and writing papers became my only creative outlet) and working on my career. Once I had kids I suddenly had this URGE to sew and cook. Later this turned into painting and drawing. Now I can’t imagine life without creating.
It relieves stress and is like meditation. The popularity of “adult” coloring books testifies to our need for creation.
How do you feed the need to be creative?