I broke my knee in three places on February 20. Since then, I haven't felt the least bit crafty or created a single thing worthy of pixels. I've experienced crafty dry spells before but never has any previous one lasted this long.
I continue to read all my favorite scrapbooking, card-making, creative blogs and truly enjoy the works shown but not enough to make me pick up a piece of paper or a stamp.
I have shopped a little. OK, maybe more than a little. There are no less than
Jus' not feelin' it right now.
My fortieth birthday happened and not a single photo was snapped.
Joal went to Africa for ten days and brought home stunning images of all things Kenyan...and I am not moved. It's official. My wood is wet.
My creative space is languishing in heaps and piles not of my own making and clouds of disarray. I couldn't find a roll of adhesive if my life depended on it. The use of a left knee is not necessary for a good scrapbook layout...so why can't I get to it?
Was my crafty creative mojo locked up in the 36 pounds I lost in 45 days?
What's a girl to do?