Does your muse ever wander? Does she (mine happens to be a she, her voice gets quite shrill at times), does she ever grab you by the sleeve and say, “Psst! Let’s go do something different for a bit. I’m bored with this writing gig.”
Today, I thought I’d share a few photos of the times when my muse and I wandered away from the world of words.
I guess you could say this first group of pictures is the biggest project my muse and I ever attempted. This room belonged to my youngest daughter and she begged me to turn it into a jungle paradise. This is the result. She’s now grown and has blessed me with a daughter of her own and the room has remained. The paint’s getting a little faded in spots but I’ve been threatened within an inch of my life if I redecorate the jungle of her childhood.
Here’s a wall sculpture I pieced together from tiles my mother scavenged from a church bizarre. I couldn’t find just the right color grout to match the barn wood frame until it snowed one night and they used cinders on our road to keep them from being so slick. The gray-black cinders rendered the perfect shade and my muse smiled.
Then I decided to redecorate our tiny bathroom. I didn’t have a lot of options and I really wanted something different. Here’s the result of the painted tiles.