I am certain that I have shared in the past that I have a strong, creative / crafty side. Artistic seems a bit too formal, to professional and polished to describe what I like to do.
I like to create and have since I was small. I can remember being about 8 and spending hours in my rooms with a bunch of scrap lumber from shelves my dad made, and some of my mom's acrylic paint, painting pictures as Christmas gifts for my parents, grandparents, and a long list of aunts and uncles
And later wrapping them all. I remember these packages under the tree. I don't have any solid memory of actually delivering them, or of how they were received. But it occurs to me that this was pure, unselfconscious joy in the process of creating itself. And that this is probably a very good way to go about life. To enjoy the process of one's work, and give fully, without expectation or attachment to how the gifts are received or perceived.
But I digress. I went into this weekend with the feeling that I needed to feed that creative side in some tangible way or lose it (my cool, my sense of self, my mind?).
So I did. I've been wanting to make stepping stones from scratch for a long time. I've made a few from kits and enjoyed the process. And I gave the end results as gifts. My yard can definitely use some. For some ridiculous reason I've hemmed and hawed and not done it. But Saturday we went to Lowes, I picked up some rapid setting concrete (I might go for slower setting next time) and some other odds and ends I needed for this and other minor projects and I came home and I made 3.
They are not spectacular, I didn't spend a lot of time on the design (and didn't have a lot of time to spend, what with the fast drying concrete). Next time I might plan them our more, or maybe even do them in reverse process (mosaic upside down and set in the bottom of the dish), but I actually created something that is now residing in my garden.