I have a confession: I am not a crafty person. I love art. I love the idea of being able to think up pictures and projects in my head and then spill paint and sew seams until my visions become reality. I have tried art lessons, sewing lessons, and YouTube. Nothing works. I just don’t have the patience or delicacy for art.
However, once in a while the urge strikes. Do you know about the urge? Your mind is dancing so hard that your hands begin to quiver. You have to MAKE something!
Usually I combat it by mashing together fabric into some sort of messy headband (that I promptly throw away). Sometimes I tell myself that I am going to knit a baby hat. I knit away and it ends up (every time) being another long stretch of holes that I untie and roll back into a ball. But at least I tell myself that it will be a baby hat.
Once in junior high the urge struck and I decided to make a box for my travel things. I called it The London Fund. Basically, it was a shoe box with fabric and lace and stickers. But it became to me a treasure box where I held all my important documents, travel dreams, frequent flier and other info, and my collection of foreign coins. For years I stuck at least half of every babysitting check I recieved into the box and then tried to forget about it.
Today I made the journey into the depths of darkness under my bed and pulled out the box to get my passport. It hit me again. I really truly am actually factually going to Europe. This is absolutely unbelievable and yet my ticket says I am leaving in two weeks.
PRAISE THE LORD!