Darrell and I stopped by Sue and Vic's home for a quick visit on our way to Eureka Springs this past weekend. Sue had a gift for me. One dozen white baseball caps. White baseball caps with no snappy verse or colorful picture imprinted on them. Twelve blank canvases just waiting for a story to be created and then passed on for the world to view.
The man Sue works for at Bennett Springs State Park (Jim) had ordered the caps with the name of the park embroidered on them. Somehow these had been shipped without the advertising. They would not sell so Sue told Jim she could find a use for them explaining how I had done just that a couple of years ago.
While caring for Les as he lie dying of cancer I conceived an idea to pass my time productively while Les slept. I purchased plain baseball caps and painted perky designs on them with uplifting verses and then donated them to the cancer ward at the hospital where Les received his therapy to be given to ladies who had lost their hair after chemo treatments.
Sue's boss has a daughter fighting cancer so he was happy to donate the caps to the cause. Sue has a dozen and I have a dozen and once again I am painting.
I had abandoned my happy place, my kitchen table with a paint brush in my hand. I have come to realize it is necessary for me to abandon my happy place once in a while because I become obsessed with creating and before I know it there is not a clean dish in the house and I haven't bathed in days. Oi Pee uuuuu! (maybe not that bad) Sue and I have always said we would one day live together again. Sue also becomes obsessed with creating. We might have to set some ground rules or our house could look something like I have seen on television in the homes of hoarders. Not a pretty picture.
It does feel wonderful to shake out the cobwebs and stir up the sunbeams of sweet creatively again.
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