Sometimes I wonder why I bother…

…Behold, the beautiful perler beads numbers me and my kid crafted. She assembled the majority of them, then asked me to iron them, super excited. I ironed them. Two minutes later, she had already ripped a few of them apart. Kids, eyh?

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But I suppose it’s more about the journey than the destination. Or so I tell myself.

And to be fair, she did have a wonderful play of “the numbers store” with them, even the dismembered ones.

Haunted by my own imagination

I seem to be the mother of unfinished projects. They haunt me wherever I go.
A case in point. This little clip. The beginning of a story about the Tiny Flask. A tiny flask that goes on a big adventure in search of an answer to the everlasting question; What’s inside of me?

The words and drawings are all complete. The animation isn’t.

I’ve got other projects like that. Some unfinished in writing. Others finished in writing but for some reason or another stuck in my drawer/computer. Like the one about Bouncy the Ball. They haunt me, they really do. Thankfully, I forget about them quite often.
Maybe, if I had a year in which to use just on my projects. A year in which to allow myself to finish some of them… well.. maybe I should. Maybe this winter.
It just doesn’t make any sense though, to do this just for the sake of it, somehow.