The Mr likes to refer to it as "feeling crafty."
I nod in agree-ance (if that's even a word)
and continue to piddle away at whatever my fingers may be doing at the time.
Cutting, sewing, gluing, twirling, tying knots or bows, whatever it may be.
My girls have joined me in some creativity in return for keeping quiet. It's funny the conversation that goes on between the three of us. Not much sense in the matter, but comical...yes.
I've spent many days trying to figure out how to find more of this thing people call "me" time...I don't know how much more "me" I can get than this. They're like exact replicas of myself ... I'm thinking I'll start letting them dibble dabble with me more often. It's quite an experience.