Creativity Burps

It occurred to me today that I have mentioned creativity burps without ever truly explaining.  Oops!  I shall explain here and now.

I have an avalanche of pictures.  When Paige was born, we were gifted a digital camera.  She was the first child so everything was documented, and I do mean E.V.E.R.Y.thing.  This led to even more pictures when the boys were born.  Now, I feel an obligation to document every stage.  The benefit of digital not having film to develop.  The disadvantage to digital is not having film to develop.  This all leads to an avalanche of stray photos needing good homes.  I started scrapbooking to give the photos a good home.  I wanted to be able to share my documentation of our lives with everyone, and then I started school...

My mom showed me how to crochet last winter.  I think most crocheters dream of making blankets or baby garb.  I wanted to make a zoo out of crocheted animals, so I started with a blue hippo and an alien because every good zoo needs an alien!

I made a couple of bunny blanket buddies for friends having baby girls because babies need to have snugly toys and interesting patterns to stare at.

I have a catalog of animals to crochet, but then I started school...

I am a pyromaniac.  I'm pretty sure I have been all my life.  I remember going camping with my mom and spending hours poking at the campfire with different sized sticks.  I have rekindled this love of fire recently with lampworking.  It is an amazing process to see sticks of solid glass become molten enough to be manipulated to form different shapes.

This is also why my creativity workshop needs to have propane and oxygen lines and good ventilation.  These rods of stick turn into beautiful jewels like these (the frog was made by the class instructor, I'm capable of the round beads only):

And then they get morphed into treasures like these:

I love this whole process.  It's so soothing to start with something simple, a stick of glass, and end up with something so beautiful, jewelry.  And then, I started school...

I'm not sad I started school.  I find it very rewarding.  I'm just glad dust isn't corrosive,  photo boxes are made to archival quality, and there are large capacity hard drives.