I’m painting a birdhouse on a work night because why not? I’m an adult, and I make my own choices—including ignoring my bedtime. For the third night in a row. Like an adult.
I’ve been feeling the need to be creative today, so when I found these materials in my closet (tucked away there after I received them as a gift), I knew what today’s act of spontaneity had to be.
Am I a painter? No. Do I have any creative vision for this? Not in the slightest. My approach has been and will continue to be…
Step 1: Pick up a paintbrush.
That’s it. That’s as far as I’ve gotten.
I’d post a picture of the finished product, but I’m insecure in my artistic abilities but that seems like a violation of the birds’ privacy. I mean, how would you feel if your neighbor posted random pictures of your house on the internet. Let’s show some respect.
Why am I designing lodging for birds on this fine Tuesday? Check out my “About” page for more details about The Spontaneity Project.
The Spontaneity Project 