I had coffee with a stranger yesterday, a lady who started talking to me in the queue and we just clicked. In her late 70s, a painter, florist and costume maker, who had just been for her weekly Photoshop training session with an Apple Genius. Her father had been an artist/painter, like mine, but she said she only took up painting after he died because she felt she wasn't good enough in comparison. Between talk of fabrics, art supplies, and her wonderfully hectic social life, she made a point to remind me of the need to make time to create. She reminded me of the need to work in an environment that nurtures creativity, to explore all processes, and to push beyond my comfort zone. Passionate, inspiring, with a wonderfully feisty spark I can only dream of having, I left feeling utterly energised. So, I am going to make time every day to play, to make the things I've had floating around in my head for ages, no pressure, just fun things. Some may work, some won't. Started with a pebble ring, my little boy loved it!