You can imagine the look across his face as I handed him this beaded heart window hanger, "It's all pink," he whispers. "I know," I replied in the same low voice, "I just made it." So although he has this silly look with a blush crossing his cheeks; I can still see the smile that is suppressed behind his tightly closed lips. It's all in the eyes; the sheer affection that illuminates behind the bluish-green hues which sparkle like a million stars in the sky. I realized immediately that it wasn't that he didn't like my little creation but it was all in my presentation.
For several hours I was happily anchored to my art table creating dragonflies (they're going out to a shop). After a while, I had this idea in my head (I talked about this in an earlier post) and I just needed to generate the design before it lapsed into the part of my brain that is full of creative disorganization and incomplete artistic images.
With all the colors of Valentine's Day still fresh in my memory I pulled out all the beads that spoke of love; pinks, reds, a touch of silver and a touch of rich copper. It all came together quickly in the spirit of love, but during this time I had completely shut everything else out. I was once again immersed into the deeply refreshing world of wonder, creativity, and imagination...and apparently while in this creative state, company came to visit. And me, not a care in the world, walked into the livingroom and handed him beads all shaped into a nice pink heart.
You can guess now that pink hearts probably shouldn't be presented in the company of men, even if the men are related.
Note: The vision for this beaded heart was generated from reading and admiring the book, Instant Expert - Beading by Lucinda Ganderton.