She inspires me to seek: myself, art, myself and others through art. No matter how great or small, she cheers my efforts, encourages my curiosity, and supports my debris-collecting habits. She squirrels away bits of scrap fabric, lends me her stamps, and hunts up old, broken jewelry to send me home each visit with pocketfuls of stuff that no doubt makes the men-folk roll their eyes when we’re not looking (but remember, guys, I’m eying your junk stashes, too).
She likes girlie pinks, butterflies, and light blue. She’s drawn to paisley prints and Mary Engelbreit patterns (the busier, the better) — a reflection of the perpetual locomotion she is? Where do the Zen minimalist and the flitting butterfly meet? I suppose … somewhere in between.
Happy day.