I had no remnant re-do last week; I was mired in the quicksand of Crafter’s Block! Why? Because everywhere I turned was an advertisement for this and that merchandise, some such crafty item that YOU, yes YOU can make or buy! Here, here! Hear, hear, and I was deaf by all the clamor.
I had to turn within.
Too much material. Too many voices. Too much commitment. Too many unfulfilled expectations.
You see, Thanksgiving has traditionally been a holiday in which I’ve examined my life through my own eyes or the eyes of others, and saw “Loser” all over it. I trudged home through the woods and back over the river, feeling defeated. Now I look out at others with (hopefully) some compassion. Sometimes all my obsessive planning comes to naught in the light of inspiration about what to do.
So many of us work in retail jobs, so we can’t bite the hand that feeds us and decide to swear off gift-giving. Some want to create home-made gifts but the pressure is too great. Go ahead on, Nancy Zeiman, leader, but I’m quickly falling behind like I did with the power-walking females at the “Streetwalkers Class” at the gym. Enjoy your moments in the sun of crafting glitterati, Martha and Sis and Kim and Kris, because the whims of the bored and crafty are so subject to change. Which knitting mag would you rather buy off the newsstand, the one with the ubiquitous wealthy middle-aged dictatoress of the Crafting Empire on the cover, or the one with the anonymous cute guy?
Instead of being sucked down into the maelstrom of buying frenzy, I smile when my friend Anna says to me with sparkles in her eyes, “Are your camellias blooming?” Yes, they are, but why? It’s getting cold! Why do such beautiful flowers bloom when it starts to get chilly?
I don’t know what I or anyone else did to deserve such beauty, but thank You, Lord!