When life gives you jelly jars, some would make jelly.
I found a box of dusty old jars at the thrift store yesterday. And jelly making couldn’t have been farther from my mind (seeing as it was 90 degrees). I’d never seen such groovy jars and immediately pictured them filled with all those little sundries that I lose in the studio all the time—safety pins, tacks, beads, jewelry making pieces.
It didn’t occur to me that these jars would also be the Muse I needed to get started on a watercolor project that I’ve been mulling over all week. I needed to do folkloric inspired flowers, and these 60s flowers aren’t exact to the assignment, but they were just the color kick I needed to get started. And, as we all know, sometimes getting started is the hardest part.
