Or geometric shapes, or the colors coral and mint, or hand-drawn arrows, or chevrons.
A girl can get swallowed by this handmade world. There is talent and inspiration yes, but there is so much repetition so much repetition.
I want to get back to reading The Joy of Cooking, not the “OMG. Need recipe.” comments on pictures of a stranger’s lunch.
I need more actual fabric swatches, and fewer repins of photos of fabric swatches. I need fewer “One gazillion places to go in 2013” websites and more discovering the sidewalks around my own house.
I want to stitch together more projects for my daughter and our home, and not as many for listings on Etsy. I need more torn paper and splashes of watercolor, and fewer Pinterest boards. More dirt under my fingernails, more glue on the palms of my hands, more paint on the table around the edges of the canvas, more spontaneous midnight cookie-baking.
I’m tired. And I don’t think I’m going to find my lost creativity if I just keep looking inside this screen.
Do any of you ever feel like this?