Last week, my daughter was sick at home. On the second day she seemed a little better and wanted to DO something. "Let's make something," she said pulling one of my craft books from a shelf.
We opened the box of ripped t'shirts and scraps of fabric and she chose three things. "It will be called Streepje," she announced. Streepje means Stripy in dutch. So together we made Streepje.
Most of the time I spend my work-time having fun drawing or painting, (not so much fun when I am writing, it's a little more soul wrenching for me.) But, once in a while, I feel as if nobody really cares. No one will ever see or like this, it's all just for nothing. I was having such a day when I came upon this very sweet blogpost at Meant For a Moment, and everything was fine again!