A day without creating is wasted…..
Right now I am typing with two purple fingers and for some reason that brings me sense of joy. For the last three years
(I guess you can say its a tradition now) I do a summer photo shoot for my children. This year, I was anticipating it because I wanted it to be more than them standing next to a tree, next to a rock. Smile, flash, click. I’m not really interested in them playing dress up either. My goal is to catch their personalities at that particular moment in time. But I have to admit, this year i have delusions of grandeur. I have a theme. For my little lady. I picked Whimsy…over the top, sick to your stomach pink. Not Nicki Manaj oh my god where are her arms and what’s wrong with her legs Pink Friday goofiness. Just Butterflies, tulle lots of pink and an 11-year-old girl who loves having her picture taken.
The reason it makes me so happy to be sitting here with purple fingers is because it’s an affirmation for me. By the way the reason they are purple is because I just finished putting a temporary hair color in her hair and my finger poked through the glove. The color is for the photo shoot but she gets to wear it to school and feel a little edgy and cool for a bit, until its time to wash it out anyway. She is super excited for the photo shoot tomorrow and so am I. Seeing my purple fingers is an acknowledgement to myself that I have finally accepted my artistic side. For some reason, I tried to hide it. I didn’t want to acknowledge it. I thought I would be happy in a cubicle in corporate America . I thought that side of me could be placated with an occasional poem or trip to Jo-ann fabric. Now I finally realize that I’m not just a person that dabbles in a little of this and a little of this. I’m an artist. Me…Tammy *giggle* I shine brightest when I am allowed to be myself. A girl blogging about how her purple fingers made her smile. An artist.
I’ll share picture soon