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Being the creative type

When I was little I was determined to be different, to stand out.  I was different anyway, so what I did to my outer appearance was supposed to somehow clothed what I thought my inner looked like.  Layers and layers of different items or hats.  I think I even went so far as painting my clothes.  My dress sense evolved out of that to something not quite horrific and something I am mostly comfortable and happy with.  I even sometimes stand in front of my mirror and think, wow, you look good.  I was bigger than all the other girls, still am mostly and a very fat teenager, so to be able to say that is huge.  And it is not simply clothing or not being fat, I know who I am, I know I am wonderfully made. 

I am a creative type.  And a head type.  I studied fashion designing.  And I write.  I tried art lessons (which I may try again).  I love learning new things.  For example, did you know that the one of the oldest known monotheistic (one-god) religions is called Zoroastrianism?  I learnt that watching a CBeebies programme called Let's Celebrate with my son.  I am also like a dog with a bone.  I then went and Googled it, so I could understand a bit more about this religion I had never heard about, and I've heard about a lot.  So back to being creative; people assume I'm creative based on the way I dress or that I'm quirky which I most probably am.  When I was at fashion school a friend told me she had initially not wanted to befriend me as I looked like a virginal fairy.  I'm stilll not sure what a virginal fairy looks like. Anyways, I am creative.  I am going to say it until it produces something.  Did I mention I love cooking?  Oh my goodness I love cooking!!!  I love inventing and feeding people and having them have a moment.  And now that I don't use dairy I get to explore.  So now what I really want to make is a Red Velvet cake, obviously without dairy.  When I make it I'll post loads of pictures of happy smiling faces eating my dairy-free Red Velvet cake, that is if I find I recipe.   

The creativity thing gets to me a bit.  I can feel this wealth of creative stuff but it is just out of my reach.  I need to reach it.  It is this intense need for something to come to life that is asleep or still growing.  A friend described as still needing to be birthed.  Ooh, exciting, another labour experience.   
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