Thursday, March 20, 2014
i keep my best ideas to myself (or - it is best to keep my ideas to myself)
i have two very creative, entrepreneurial sisters. one owns and operates a music school and one is an artist. the music school sister has a really cool mural painted on one of the walls of the school. on another wall she has chalkboard paint so the students can draw and doodle on it. it looks awesome.
my other sister, the artist, is opening a needle felting studio. she plans to have a large sliding barn door covered in felted wool that class participants can felt things on. that will probably look really cool too.
being the troubled, jealous middle sister that i am, i want a cool wall too. i run my own business. i'm creative, damn it!
but here's where it all goes wrong. when i think to myself, what kind of wall could i do in one of my exams rooms, this is what i come up with: feet. yes, feet. everyday i examine lots of feet. as soon as i request that the person take off their shoes and socks i hear, 'oh, but i have the ugliest feet in the world!' so i think i should take a picture of everyone's feet and put them up on my wall and then we could see just how accurate these predictions of ugliness are. and that will be my mural - i'll call it the ugliest feet in the world wall. people will come from all over to see it.
somehow i don't think it will look as good as the music mural...