devouring every story, and going, "me too, me too!" with every one. :-)
I love to draw and although both sides of my family are artistically inclined, my dad's side is phenomenally talented. I am not as talented as they are, but I do ok. Drawing takes so much concentration, for me, that I just don't do it, often. When I look at them, I wonder why, but, I like something that I can touch, feel, and has loads of color. I don't paint, haven't gotten into it...yet :lol:
My little gma helped me get started sewing at age 10. I used babysitting money to buy fabrics, and made a lot of my clothes. Got married, had kids, and sewed for them. Got sick and didn't sew for eight years.
Eventually, got better doctors and meds, and bc of chronic stuff, slowly returned to sewing.
During one of my phone visits, with my paternal gma, she told me about wall quilt her senior group was doing. I got so into it, she suggested I try it. I bought a quilting magazine, and it was like a light bulb moment.
I am a very visual thinker, and realized all the different fabrics I would need, but not that much of each one. Oh, this was going to be fun!
I did a ton of research too...started slowly, it helps with my nerves, and I do as much as I physically can, when I can, and have my own 'cave', so I can leave it laid out.
It is my sanctuary, my happy place, and I do go in there, and turn off the world. I am so happy no matter what I am doing with all those different fabrics. I hug them, I sniff them, i pet them and,...I talk to them...always nicely :D