Your thoughts lap gently against your mind, like a calm ocean on still sands.
Your inner self smiles as you think about setting up your table at the May Day craft fayre at the local stately home.
Then something unexpected bobs in.
A creative idea.
Now the current of your thinking changes. Instead of lapping gently, your thoughts are choppy and excited. This is a great idea. The best idea ever! It could really work. The next thing you know, you’re out of bed, switching on the light and rummaging in the drawer for pencils and paper.
Once the idea is safely pinned down in a pad, you can relax again. You can climb back into your warm patch under the duvet and hug this new idea in your mind until you happily fall asleep.
Has this ever happened to you?
If not, when are you hit with your most inspirational ideas?
Most of my ideas come to me either when I am out of the country, travelling or as I’m drifting off to sleep at night. The latter happened about a week ago and the idea that came was so colourful and exciting and gorgeous that I literally had to get out of bed and – to Andrew’s bemusement – get dressed and go and make a start.
I’d decided to make up a collection of nautical style wish journals for the craft fayre I am doing this Sunday. Already I have a batch of other books to sell, but suddenly the Nautical Journals were too good to resist and so against all odds (mainly time) I got started.
Since that night, my house has once again become a book binding workshop! Card, cartridge paper, peppermint green, sky blue and turquoise threads, craft knives, fabric and needles are covering every surface of the kitchen. Every so often I have stopped mid flow, rolled my eyes and groaned “I need to get more practical about my midnight inspiration!”
Today though, I have just completed the last journal and I’m really happy with the collection. Each one is bound with deckchair stripes, yellow gingham and midnight blue. The covers, which are similar to Grow Your Own Gorgeousness, are fabric have been appliqued with unbleached linen skies, baby blue corduroy sea and shabby chic boats with floral sails. I have piled them up into a sea grass basket, all ready for Sunday. Now all that’s left to do is a dance for the Sun Gods. It is a bank holiday after all!