Creativity?

I have never thought of myself as a creative person. Sure I like to write, I sing and love theater, but to look at me the last thing I would think is creative.

Last night I finished painting what will soon be my office red. Not candy apple red, but 'red red wine' red. Being as my name is on all the bills, I didn't have to get permission, worry about resale, or think twice. I wanted red, and I got red. I have black and white curtains already hanging (because I just HAD to see the instant effect) and shelves ready to be spray painted black. I know what desk - which is more of a table - I want, and won't stop until I find it. Ikea currently has the perfect throw rug, additional book shelves and the white boxes I am going to use.

My dear friends walked in last night and the husband instantly commented on how the room looks like me - "You are so creative and this room just shows that more!". It begs the question - do we really know ourselves or do our friends know us better?

As I looked around my living room I see all my yarn, card making 'stuff', blank canvas for black and white art and realized...I am creative. And all these years I thought I was just a 'buy it from Pier One' girl.

Damn. I need to get that stuff back in the office, it is scaring me in the living room.