For a few months now I’ve had a little dream of starting an etsy shop. I’ve crafted for years, since middle school actually. I love to spread it all out in front of me: the fabric, the glue, foam and stickers, paper, markers, anything that could possibly involve the word crafty.
To create something beautiful, even if beautiful only to my eyes, out of random, ordinary objects? Love.
Last month I began my quest to make headbands. I bought materials, ordered things offline, and then sat down to make them.
Disaster struck.
I tried a few more times, but I couldn’t get the hang of it. They didn’t look great, and so I put it all in a bag and still the bag sits on my bedroom floor. Lonely and quietly, yes, but unmoved from that day.
Occasionaly I know, I just know what I should give up on. But I’ve never been a quitter, so I can’t bring myself to throw the bag away. I can’t get rid of it, because one day…what if?
In the meantime, before that what if? moment comes, I’m working on another project. I’ve begun to make handmade pictures frames. And I think I’m just a teensy bit in love with them. I work on them a little at a time.
But when Sarah Markley (100 Joys, remember? :]) threw out the question, asking if anyone would be willing to give a portion of money made from crafting to Compassion (which we all know I loveeeeeee), I wanted to throw my hand in the air and shout ME! ME! I WILL!
Which would have looked a bit silly since I was alone in a room reading her post to myself.
But it was just the kick in the butt I needed. An etsy shop needs to get set up, and I need to work hard on making good, beautiful picture frames.
Process? Started.
And that whole green thumb business? Nothing compared to my beautifully, newly dyed blue fingers. Fantastic.
