Do you remember those days as a kid? You know, when a cardboard box was a rocket to the moon and an old hat could instantly turn you into an elegant lady or a construction worker? The older I get the more responsibility seems to choke that sense of play right out of me.
This month, I am taking some classes from Carla Sonheim. It is her Silly Summer Camp. I cannot say enough good things about it. Yesterday was the first day, and I felt like she had opened that door of possibilities.
I had the opportunity to create some new imaginary friends. It was such a joy to watch them emerge from a little paint on some paper. Who knows, maybe today, I can put on a hat and have a tea party?