I adore mango. Best. Fruit. Ever. I buy one on occassion and cut off what I can into chunks for the boys to eat with their forks. Then I take the pit and the skin and I stand over the sink, bring out my inner-child who always loved a giant slice of watermelon on a hot summer day, and then I scrape off all of that leftover creamy mango yumminess with my teeth. Embrace the mess, that's what I say.
Maybe that was somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind when I started my project, I don't know. All I knew was that I needed a new planner because the one I started the new year with had been on it's last legs for weeks. I found one I liked with a cushiony vinyl cover, but the design on the front just wasn't me. So, hey...I've got gesso. And crayons and paints and colored pencils. I can free-form a design more suited to my taste and get the creative juices flowing just for fun!
My son watched me work on it a few minutes here and there over many days, offering comments and suggestions along the way. Then one night I was relaxing on the couch and he came up behind me and said, out of the blue, "Tropical Mangooo" in a very sly voice. He had named my planner.
Shame I'm going to have to cover it up pretty soon.
I used a spray finish to smooth it over and protect my work, but it seemed to change the colors in a way I didn't care for. And within a week it became brittle and started cracking. It's already chipped off in several of places. In fact, I've nearly lost one whole mango.
That's okay, though, I enjoyed the process. I knew it wouldn't last forever anyway, and that I could just redo it over and over. It was destined to be the Everlasting Gobstopper Planner, with infinite layers of artistic experimentation. So pretty soon I'll have to bring out my inner child who loved standing in front of the easel at school, paint brush in hand, even if she didn't know what she was going to do with it. At least she had on her smock.
Hey. Embrace the mess, that's what I say.