One of the best things about life is that no trouble lasts forever. At some point even the worst things come to an end. The past few months have been a real trial for me, personally and spiritually. My solace and consolation has been my sister, Jada, my friend and DIY partner, Dawn, and writing this blog.
Lately my interactions with readers and fellow bloggers has started to increase dramatically. It’s been such a balm to my spirit. Thank you all for stopping by, commenting, sharing your suggestions, and your own creativity with me. I really appreciate it. I think it’s probably what is keeping me sane.
Hopefully, the new year will bring some peaceful changes onto the scene. In the meantime, I’m dreaming of time with family and friends, a walk on a sunny dune like this one, maybe a bonfire, and lots if awesome music and conversation. My idea of a perfect day.
Happy Monday everyone! Today is sort of gloomy and cool in Charlotte… I’m not complaining though! It is definitely a nice change of pace from the hot, humid, stormy weather we’ve been having. Plus, I’m feeling super energized and content after this weekend.
Totally inspiring kitchen by Thom Filicia via cococozy.
I’d like to share a room with you today that exemplifies sunny, sun drenched, casual elegance. I have seen it around on a couple of other blogs but just found out (last night!) that the room was designed by Thom Filicia. No wonder it looks so effortlessly cool. I’ve seen a lot of kitchen designs but this one is spot on perfect to me: clean, white, warm, filled with personal items yet uncluttered. That’s totally inspiring!
I was working my crochet on the bus today and my hands were dry… It seems like dry hands cause you to feel every twist of thread in a strand of yarn, doesn’t it? I know I did… and it got me wondering about something I thought about a few days ago while I was working on my project at home.
I was watching one of the CSI shows and they were talking about epithelials, the skin cells that slough off our bodies when we touch things, and how they were found on some object that was relevant to their case.
It got me thinking this:
Every time I touch this skein of yarn and wind it around my hand, pulling up loops to create the fabric, I’m leaving a little bit of me behind. It’s not just my skill (or lack of it!) as a crafter that goes into, not just my time, not just my effort – but actual small bits of me that hold my very DNA are being woven in as well.
That might gross some people out… but not me. I was kind of awed by the thought. I don’t think anyone who picks up a crochet hook or a set of knitting needles ever thought of what they do as being anything other than personal. To me those little skin cells are physical reminders of the love, the heart, the soul we put into every project our hands touch. And yeah, they probably all get wiped away when we wash or block those projects but I’d like to think that just a little bit of me is locked in and will stay with whoever holds or wears that piece.