Starting this week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I’ll be sharing some sort of project of the day or recent past. Hopefully you’ll be inspired yourself or will want me to make something for you!
This next week . . . pinatas, baby blankets and, of course, Valentine’s Day cards.
Stay tuned, and take care.
(Get it . . . craft-T days) ; )
photo by Andrew Kilgore
I remember the librarian in first or third grade saying that they weren’t binding books any more (with the plastic spiral binding), but she would for me. I would tell stories to my great-grandmother. Now I get to make up stories for my kids; all four of them like to listen, though not usually at the same time.
This blog starts as an extension of my creative journey, a way to share my writing with others, skipping the formal publishing and using trees part. (Though one day, I will hopefully have a printed to book to share, printed on recycled paper.) I accept the notion of being a “mom blogger” since I suppose there are worse things to be called, but I know at the heart of the matter, I am who I am.
I have a dear husband who supports all my efforts. I could probably write several essays on what I believe, ranging from birth to death, Christianity to Buddhism, cleaning to art. He would listen to every one and tell me how wonderful I am at the end.
Hopefully doing this will enhance my life, my family’s life, and perhaps even yours. What I write on this blog is mostly not fiction, though some days it may seem like it; when it is, I’ll mark it as such. Everyday life has a way of creating its own stories; it just needs a voice, or in this case, fingers, to do the typing.
May we all live in the richness of life, in the simple, everyday wonders.