Funny, as Brandon and I strolled (literally--little ham in tow on wheels and cooperating enough for us to muse) through Sur La Table in an effort to get away late on a Sunday afternoon, I remarked on how my hobby has shifted.
As I browsed the books, and caressed the tea towels, I remared, "honey-my hobby has taken a turn. It's as if I went to felting and took a sharp right hand turn into cooking as my creative outlet lately."
He agreed with unusual attentiveness and enthusiasm as if he had already noted this to himself silently apart from me who has been trying 2 new recipes everyday for weeks. Or, perhaps he has noticed our grocery bill skyrocketing as I stubbornly improvise or revise recipes to stake my own claim. Tis true, I have been cooking again and had forgotten how creative and satisfying a good homemade meal can be.
So, the watercolor brushes have given way to pastry brushes which haven given way to baby raising. The inspired idea of felting my illustrated creatures has now turned into nurturing and feeding the hungry creatures under my roof--myself included--one who really should stick to Weight Watchers right now but just can't seem to give up on the autumn hearty inspirations of apple cake, roasting turkeys, and good ol' homemade soup!
We shall see where this turns next. Just thought I oughta make note of this interesting shift as I look back on the past two months.
Consider this an entry into (what I equate my blog to) the diary that I haven't told anyone about but have written in and left on the table unlocked for someone to happen upon.
I guess the good news in all of this is that I have an outlet that feeds (no pun intended) my creative needs right now and answers to my new responsibilities as Mom who is keeper of the kitchen.
Makes sense and satisfies. Good thing.
As I browsed the books, and caressed the tea towels, I remared, "honey-my hobby has taken a turn. It's as if I went to felting and took a sharp right hand turn into cooking as my creative outlet lately."
He agreed with unusual attentiveness and enthusiasm as if he had already noted this to himself silently apart from me who has been trying 2 new recipes everyday for weeks. Or, perhaps he has noticed our grocery bill skyrocketing as I stubbornly improvise or revise recipes to stake my own claim. Tis true, I have been cooking again and had forgotten how creative and satisfying a good homemade meal can be.
So, the watercolor brushes have given way to pastry brushes which haven given way to baby raising. The inspired idea of felting my illustrated creatures has now turned into nurturing and feeding the hungry creatures under my roof--myself included--one who really should stick to Weight Watchers right now but just can't seem to give up on the autumn hearty inspirations of apple cake, roasting turkeys, and good ol' homemade soup!
We shall see where this turns next. Just thought I oughta make note of this interesting shift as I look back on the past two months.
Consider this an entry into (what I equate my blog to) the diary that I haven't told anyone about but have written in and left on the table unlocked for someone to happen upon.
I guess the good news in all of this is that I have an outlet that feeds (no pun intended) my creative needs right now and answers to my new responsibilities as Mom who is keeper of the kitchen.
Makes sense and satisfies. Good thing.
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