Today, I gave myself a day off from everything and man did I enjoy it or what? I have spent the day reclining with many many cups of tea, lots of chocolate, watching utter crap on t.v. I should be a teenager, I have the lifestyle down.I am currently watching Stephen Fry in America, which is actually top notch t.v. I love it just as much as the crap. Anyway he interviewed a designer who works for Apple who set off a whole train of thought...Yesterday morning while I was waking up in that half conscious state I had an idea for a bead. It was such a great idea I didn't need to write it down because there was no way I was going to forget it and anyway my attention was distracted by someone requiring my attention. Later on I went racing out to the shed to try this new fabulous idea but you know what? big surprise it was long gone.So the guy on the t.v. was talking about quiet ideas and how delicate they can be, I can really identify with this. Many of my ideas occur really quietly, barely a whisper, in a dark alley of my brain. Often they are just fragments but if I don't give them my complete attention they will disappear - poof! Sometimes they are so fragile I lose them when I look at them but usually I can salvage something. The problem is that I struggle to give anything my complete attention because of what I can only call noise pollution. I don't know about life in your houses but in mine, which I have to remind you is the size of a peanut, it is never, ever quiet. I do realise how immensely lucky I am to have such a wonderful, vibrant, noisy place to call home, but for now I really need to find a quiet place so I can listen to and hear my muse (whom I shall call Minerva) when she calls...Here is a bead from the last time I heard the call.