So I got this idea one day. I was going to make a shower curtain. It was going to be a gift for someone, so I had a deadline. Remember how I said that deadlines helped?
The theme was going to be mining. I looked up pictures of miners and mines and chose one. I got a shower curtain liner. I got paints. I planned to set it up on my sliding glass doors for my deck. And I got started.
Nobody told me to do it. Nobody showed me how. I just convinced myself it would be cool and it would work. I had never painted something that large.
I did take some pictures along the way, noticing that there was a big difference in color when the light was coming from outside.
I would work on one color at a time, letting it dry in between. Slow and steady, over a couple of weeks, it came together and started looking like the mine it was supposed to be.
I remember struggling with a rope, not sure how to paint it so it would look somewhat realistic. And the tracks were just pathetic for a while. I was learning while I was doing it, and I liked the challenge.
The finished curtain.
But why? Why did I try to do this thing? Why did I think I could do it? I had an idea, that’s all. It could have stayed an idea.
Nobody would have noticed if I didn’t finish. Nobody would have cared.
And I don’t even know if they are still using the curtain, or if it grew mildewy and was thrown in the trash. All I have is the story and the pictures. But maybe that is enough. Maybe that is why I try.