Are you creative? Do you do craft, or paint, or sew, or build beautiful furniture?

Sounds good, Sunshine. Lots of very attractive quilts out there.

I like watching people sew (although I personally loathe sewing) there's just something about it that's so calming and sort of time-stopping.
Hope you share pics of that quilt once you're done with it :) This post was edited by nobodylair.37 at March 15, 2017 7:37 PM MDT

My mother use to have one of those machines with the foot pedal underneath.
I would spend hours watching her sew.
I haven't thought about that in years I think.
Ty.

Why would I laugh? It's a long time since I used any macros -- I've got out of the way fo it -- and I'm a pretty average photographer. Not hopeless, but average. 

Thanks Didge ... :)

Nice .. i admire someone who's good with their hands .. my painting ability is restricted to staying​ inside the lines and carefully using the colour numbers they suggest :)

Those are beautiful, Rooster. You just have so many skills. You have to be pleased with those. 

Apart from the gifts you need for other art forms there always seems something mystical about sculpting. To take a block of wood, a lump of stone, whatever, and to chip away at it till you find the shape you were looking for takes a very special mind. There's more than a little magic in that.

I tried sculpting. . .it was really difficult...

I use clay. There are lots of good tools for it at Hobby Lobby.

Mrs  Didge had a good laugh at that. Sorry to hear about the health problems, though.

It was an interesting experience. But once will be enough.

Amateurish? I suppose so. You'd know. But when somebody has an ability to draw -- even if it doesn't rank them high in the art world -- I think it's something well worth pursuing. It's beyond me: I'm fairly normal down to the wrists, but from the wrists down I'm a total moron. 

And why not? Do you find you paint them better with your dominant hand than with the other? Do you change them for special occasions?

I knew about your books, Virginia. Appreciate the covers and downloaded a copy.

You've mentioned Jake before and he reminds me of a workman I met in a National Park in Queensland, far to the north. We were strolling through the park and we came across what could only be a Huon Pine which shouldn't have been there. It should have been in Tasmania, on the south side oif Bass Strait. He spoke very slowly, almost like the caricature of a bumpkin, but he was tuned in to nature and he loved his job. "Not everybody sees that," he said. "Most people just walk through on their way back to the beach and don't see what's here."

I wrote a poem (not a very good one) about him when I got home. I thought the man was extraordinary. And I thought he was the sort of person who could so easily be underestimated.

Yes, you know what I am talking about when I tell my love for Jake...that was precisely the fascination, that is the kind of sight Jake had.