My canvas waits patiently for me, as my paints and brushes. I have gone to the art table to look at the painting, and walked away. I don't feel inspired at the moment. It is the New Year, this morning started off with me baking some bran muffins, then the smoke detector went off and continued beeping for the longest time despite putting the fans on, opening all the windows freezing both hubby and I to death, the cats cowering under the bed to get some relief from that awful sound. I said to Dave, wish the downstair tenant be home so we could have access to the fuse box. Which she did finally make an appearance and we got that darn thing off. We dismantled it and will have to see about getting a replacement or get it fixed.
The muffins turned out good, I put the Christmas decorations away, while doing that I managed to get my foot caught on something in the living room and managed to have a fall. Needless to say, I think my pride was hurt more than hurting myself. Not a good start to the New Year. It is a beautiful day...I could be out taking photos....I personally cannot stand cold weather and don't tolerate the cold anymore. So I sit inside looking out wishing to be outside taking pictures.
Back to the canvas, I hope to find my way back to painting. I had a good run in November, felt really good with what I had accomplished. I need a good push to get me back to it.
In the meantime, be creative in whatever you do.