I have to make things. It's been that way forever. I took bits of fabric and fashioned doll clothes and embroidered designs with colored flosses when I could barely read. The high point of my summer when I was a bit older was going to a local department store, looking at the Christmas craft kits and picking out my summer project. And then I spent endless hours applying beads and sequins onto felt making beautiful decorations that still sparkle in my home today. I didn't last long sewing in Home Ec - it was all so logical, why would I need someone to teach me the obvious? When my kids were little, happy nights were spent in a quiet house creating Halloween costumes and special Christmas dresses. Now I have craft days for the grandkids and it's sometimes difficult to determine who is having more fun. I've always gone for the homemade gift, the do-it-yourself, the next technique to be learned.
Today's picture is a snippet from the bulletin board in my craft area. When I found it I immediately knew it was me. That little girl still prefers to create as long as her eyes can see. Most nights you will find me folding my work and putting it away. And I am happy knowing that I can take up my work again in the morning and continue to craft some more. I can't help it.