I have a serious love and curiosity of all things creative. I love to make things - scarves, blankets, hats, scrapbooks, clothing, photography, websites... I buy and collect ...how shall I say this...lots of stuff with every intention of creating incredible things. But at some point the actual creating part became less of the equation and the procuring part more. I get an emotional high going to estate sales. I have 6 sewing machines. Only one did I buy brand new. Two were hand me downs and the others ....estate sales. I have a box full of knitting needles. That's after giving away a bunch to young knitters in my family. Those are not the only things that have built up around here. There is a lot. The hubby has been joking too much lately that I was a hoarder. So I decided to prove him wrong. I spent many hours on Netflix watching all the past seasons of Hoarders as research. After all that I do not think I am a hoarder. Yet. Close. Very close. A little too close. So to make sure that the situation changes I am going to focus more heavily on the creating part and less on the procuring part and to keep me honorable I am going to blog about what I am creating.
Today all my creative energy went to setting the account up. A name. Ugh. Why did I end up with Fire Bird? I am a fire sign and I love how Phoenix's crash and burn and rise from the ashes...hoarders tend to have fires which is something I do not want. Add to that when I opened up favorite book of Fairy Tales from my childhood for inspiration it opened up to a Russian story about a Firebird so I ran with it. As for the Drive it like you own it bit...that one comes from my dad. I was a shy kid who grew up into a shy teenager and a worrier. I had a old Toyota Celica that I loved and that I worried non stop about every little sound it made so I didn't cruise around and burn up gas like most teenagers. My dad was a mechanic so I bent his ear probably a bit much about my imaginary car issues because he used to tell me all the time "Drive it like you own it." I missed the point of it for a long time because I took it literally. I owned it. Duh. Crazy dad. Now I see he meant that it was mine. Enjoy it. Use it. Don't worry so much. I think part of why I procure more than I create is that I am afraid I won't be satisfied with my results. So I am letting that fear go and I'm going to drive it like I own it. Cause I do own it. For now. On a side note that old car was stolen and the ratfink that took it sure as heck drove it like he owned it..heck he even lived in it if the mondo pile of stinky dirty clothing was any indicator.
