the creativity has to go somewhere

today's weather: B A S E L I N E
anxiety : 0 | agitation : 0

La la la la la. I challenged myself this week to come up with several sellable fashion accessories to post over at my shop / site. I hadn't posted any new items for months, and since my online "showroom" display is almost depleted I decided it was about time to produce new stuff for posting. I don't want a bare gallery because there's something about it that says I shouldn't bother having a shop/site if I don't have enough merchandise, i.e., I should have at least 10 items visible for shoppers and visitors. MUST. FILL. THAT. PAGE.
Now at the point of writing, I realize that's just another expression of my obsessive-compulsive behavior.
To take myself more seriously, I placed a note on that site saying something like "posting new stuff next week; be sure to check it out". It may or may not have been noticed by anybody else; the point is I knew about my deadline and there's no cheating especially since there's the possibility that someone might have seen my note.
Of course I'm disciplined enough not to need any external pressure. In fact already I pressure myself too much, so I don't need anymore external pressure. That's why I can't stant being supervised, followed up or incessantly egged on.
The reason I hadn't made anything new in the past few (or maybe even several) months is that I thought I needed to buy new materials. Well I actually do need to buy new materials. But I currently don't have the budget, the luxury of time and the willingness to trudge through the more-crowded-than-usual-at-this-time-of-the-year streets of Quiapo. I then decided to make do with what I had.
I hoped to make 10 new pieces to bulk up the gallery. 5 would be too few. 6, 7, 8 0r 9 would bee too awkward.
I made twelve.
All I needed to do was just take another look at my stash of supplies and get creative. As soon as I got started on the first piece, I seem to have opened a creative tap and inspiration just came rushing, rushing, rushing.
I was soooo tempted not to sleep again, but oh, I'm so proud of me, I got my Zs. With the help of Diphenhydramine of course.