Go to the craft store. Leave the kids at the home. (It also works if you bring them, but it isn’t as fun.) Go to the isle with the embroidery floss. You’ll love it. It has every color imaginable. Even sparkly ones. They’re cheap. You could go on a mini shopping spree. Bring a pair of your simple, inexpensive, well-fitting but un-ceeeeute jeans. Find some colors that go well with them. Also purchase some needles with a large enough eye for you to thread the entire strand of floss through. Go home. Force yourself to read to the kids so that you don’t feel guilty later. Put the kids to bed. Sit down next to your husband and watch American Idol while adding embroidery floss embellishments to your jeans. Follow the stitching that’s already there, or make your own design on the pockets. Be creative. Let the ideas find you through the maze of chaos that is your life. Wear your jeans. Smile when everyone tells you how ceeeeute they are. Teach your daughters, nieces and friends how to do it because it’s very simple and they will LOVE you for it. Take pictures and send them to me and I will love you for it. Your bum is going to be so cute.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Ideas; Thank Goodness They're Acrobatic
There was a time, before four children overwhelmed me and brought home every cold and flu bug known to man so that I could catch it and spend my days fighting it off, when I created something every day. I love beauty. I love making something beautiful with my own two hands. I love it even more when it saves me money. I used to make hair bows for my girls that matched every outfit. I used to make decorations for my home that were uniquely mine. Confession: My last addition to the walls of our home was a hole I kicked in one of them. I didn't think I was ever going to admit that, but there it is. There is a time and a season for everything. There is a time to create. A time to create half of something and leave it sitting in a box until you finally get rid of it years later. A time to think of an idea and know you want to accomplish it, but you don’t even have time to start. A time for SOME of us to feel desperation creep in from all sides because the only thing we accomplish is to re-clean the same stuff we cleaned yesterday. A time to kick walls. A time to assist your husband in patching and painting over holes in walls. There may also be a time to remember the you that used to create things and to make a little time to find her again. That may cause you to want to kick things less... or if your life doesn't co-operate, it may cause you to take up punching holes in walls as well. For me, it remains to be seen. Nevertheless, I have been seeing all of the CEEEUUUTE jeans that people are wearing and paying a lot of money for, mind you, and something surprising happened. An idea made its way through the coughing, it dodged the dirty dishes, it jumped over a towering pile of laundry, it army crawled through the freshly applied dry wall putty and it shimmied into what is left of my mind.