This was my grandmother’s ring. Isn’t it beautiful? She bought it on one her many trips to the South West with my grandfather. It’s turquoise and gold, and I totally love it. You see, my grandmother wore it regularly, but each time I saw it on her finger I thought it was kind of strange. She was so proper, so straight. And this free-form, unrestricted ring never seemed to fit her personality. So I can’t help but imagine all the stories that could be behind it.
Just like that, something as simple as my grandmother’s ring becomes this huge source of inspiration to me. And that is the beauty of inspiration, isn’t it? It can come at you in just a second. And it grows so organically from something you might see every day, something you look at with new eyes, something unexpected.
What else inspires me? Really amazing literature. The Impressionists. Traveling. People watching. Blue skies and cloud watching. Graph paper. Sharpie markers. Sunrise. The Beach. A clean desk. Sadness. A steaming bath. My children. Close friends. Anger. Music turned really loud. Music without words. Quiet. A good night’s sleep. Sunshine. Tulips. The bathtub. Road trips. Grief. Sharpened pencils. Buckeyes. Thunder. Dinner with friends. Routine.
So tell me, what inspires you?