Yet if you ask some of my friends, there was a time when I rebelled against the sci-fi/fantasy. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with anything Star Trek & only tolerated Star Wars because, Ewoks & light sabers.
In fact, it really wasn't until a few years ago that I started letting go of my self-imposed ban on all things sci-fi. Yes, I had a few family members who were disappointed that I did not keep up with the Star Trek franchise past the STNG (Star Trek the Next Generation) tv series (bigger disappointment, I didn't even watch that until the series finale). They could no longer call me long distance to discuss the latest movie.
And then last year, the Squab started watching Doctor Who. And I watched it with him once. And I got hooked. And I now think everything is connected through "...a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff." I secretly keep hoping everything is "...bigger on the inside!"
Anyway, not long ago the Squab started redecorating his room. It started with a Dalek poster. Then he bought himself a sonic screwdriver. Then I saw a jar...
This is how my wild imagination works. I get a thought or an idea & it just starts wandering off on it's own. No path, no clear plan, just a vague idea or blurred picture of the finished product.
I spent months thinking about it. I selected the perfect beads to make bulbs on the panels & started searching both in stores & online for tiny little whisks & plungers. I begged the Chicken to give me some of the Legos he doesn't use. I imagined exactly how I'd craft this thing, day & night.
Finally, I started him. And then I finished him. And then I kicked myself in the okole for not taking work in progress pictures. But both the Squab & I are pleased with the end result & as soon as I can find a small enough battery operated l.e.d. light, it will be the coolest lamp/nightlighty thing ever.
Please excuse the poor quality of the pictures below. I was so busy laughing maniacally that I didn't exactly take steady, high quali ty pics .
Yeah, so that's him. I'm still evilly giddily pleased with myself. Am currently working on a backstory for him. Leaving the naming of him to the Squab.
What kind of wild things does your imagination come up with?