Here goes - going to try to sum up this amazing experience in one - probably novel-length post - with waaaaaaayyyy too many pictures. (I got half way through this, and realized I will have at least one - maybe two - more BGC posts.)
Our first morning at Brave Girl
Do you hear it? Yep, that's the angels singing as we walked in the door.
Mod Podge (aka Soul Glue) for DAYS! Who knew there were that many different varieties?! Within a few hours the entire room, the entire room smelled of Mod Podge - and continued to do so for the next 3 days. I was working on a project last night and I left the room for a few minutes, when I walked back in the Mod Podge fumes hit me and took my right back to BGC... happy smell!
Color, color, everywhere color! LOVE! LOVE! LOVE! I've stolen (ahem... I mean, I've been "inspired" by) the paper, ribbon and fabric storage idea. My office/craft room is a MESS because I'm reorganizing EVERYTHING by color.
Not my brushes, but I thought they looked really "artsy". :-)
We all picked a spot and that is where we sat for the next three days. It was great because we didn't have to clean up our mess every night when we were done. Best idea evah!
So, here's my spot (of course it is - note the Diet Pepsi-crack).
I must admit that all those options were a bit overwhelming at first. Notice that I started with paint - it's what I felt safest using. But have no fear, I branched out pretty quickly.
Works in progress...
Are you still with me? I hope so because I want to talk about the wonderful girls I met at camp.
Amazing, brave women from all over the country. Everyone of them with a strong and generous spirit. What a blessing to meet each of them and to see the incredible work they did and the beautiful art they made. We laughed and we cried and we ate fabulous meals together. We sang (I mainly mouthed the words, but occasionally I couldn't help it and actual sounds came out - sorry to those around me), we made talked, we made art - about the only thing we didn't do is sleep. No time for that!
When we arrived, everyone was excited and thrilled to be there, but many were SO tired and stressed, some were a bit pensive, some of us were some were broken, most were mending. I watched the transformation of each of them during those too short days. By Friday, you could really see the true spirit, energy and joy returning in each of them. What a blessing!