"She Was a Terrible Flirt", Amy Abshier-Reyes*, available on Etsy
I am a flirt.
Well, I was a flirt in my mix and mingle single days, before I met someone who grabbed my attention and has kept it for a long time. So, no, I don’t bat my eyelashes or stand “a little too close” when I meet new, interesting men.
These days, I save the eyelash-batting for ideas. I fall in love with them regularly, and I fall hard.
Idea #1. I’m going to travel to Africa and import textiles that I design along with traditional artisans. I’ll host trunk shows, run a website, and maybe open some small boutiques.
Idea #2. I’m going to write a blog in which I interview artists and other creatives. I will study Terry Gross and Ira Glass and Andy Rooney. I will be known for both my compassion and direct hits.
Idea #3. I will open a pie shop with my mother as baker-in-chief. We will introduce her amazing baking skills to the wider world.
Idea #4. I will have another baby to keep my (suprise) 5th baby company.
Idea #5. I will eat only foods that are close to the earth. All the time. And I will walk everywhere I go. And everywhere I walk, I will be stylishly, yet naturally styled. Yes, I will have a style, and people will like it. Maybe I’ll also design clothes for women with my body type… with the textiles that I import…
It happens every time.
I meet a good idea, or catch a glimpse of one across the room, and my heart starts to beat a little faster. My eyes sparkle. I get a little sweaty. You wouldn’t believe how good these ideas are when I first think of them.
I lie awake at night imagining our lives together in ten years. Everything is in technicolor. I’m always so happy during this phase of our relationship… a little high, even. I get more done around the house, I’m nicer to my family, I call a whole bunch of people to talk. It feels GOOD to be that close to a good idea.
As I’ve gotten older, it’s come to my attention that I need to commit to some of these ideas. This is where the trouble starts.
Next time, read, “The Honeymoon is Over“.
MEET THE ARTIST
*Amy Abshier-Reyes was raised on the Texas Gulf Coast, in a small farming and ranching community. She graduated from the Kansas City Art Institute and has shown paintings in galleries all over the country, as well as providing illustrations for books and magazines internationally.
She’s happily married to a sweet guy that builds motorcycles and plays guitar, and has two awesome little kids, a cranky old cat, and a huge record collection.