Last night I was making clouds on fabric using oil pastels. I know.... they will wash out. But I'm using them on a wall quilt that shouldn't be washed. Anyway, I had been going at it for a while, rubbing white over black and blending and separating and then I looked down. I was using my left hand.
Now I was born left handed. On the first day of first grade the teacher watched us color a picture and then she called me and a little red-haired boy to her desk. She tied my left hand behind me with my sash and his left hand behind him with his handkerchief. After that, he and I sat in the front row and she tied our left hands behind us every morning. I'm sure she had been doing that for 40 years of teaching.
My handwriting was pretty much terrible and I can't tell right from left with my eyes closed. But I continued to bat left handed when we played softball and to use lefty golf clubs.But I never dreamed of picking up a drawing/writing instrument with my left hand. Until last night, apparently.
So for the rest of the night I happily switched from left hand to right and back again depending on the area I wanted to cover. That was the most exhilarating experience. Today I'm carefully experimenting. I brushed my teeth lefty and flipped the eggs the same. The teeth worked out great, eggs need a bit more work.
I just thought I'd pass that along.
Sunny