I've always been a lover of the arts and crafts. Even my year 1 school books documented that:
'when I grow up, I want to be an artist or a scientist".
This theme continued throughout my primary school books and then was forgotten about once I entered high school. I must say, it blew my mind a bit to discover these childish yearnings after I had completed my Bachelor of Science in Environmental Biology.
Who'd've thought it? Destiny perhaps?
More often than not though, I kick myself for not having the strength of mind to go the other way and pursue a career in the arts.
Of course I'm not too old - perhaps I'll become both!
The problem with having an interest in arts and crafts though? - the monumental scale of hoarding that is involved!
I've a fantastic collection of paints and pencils, pastels and clays.
There are papers and boards, ribbons and inks.
There's glues and tapes, staples and strings.
Little bits and pieces that might be useful for something one day, as decorations, kids crafty bits, or the finishing touch on a special project perhaps.
There are frames and canvases and brushes of all sizes.
I have cottons and threads and buttons and zips.
As well as elastics and needles, thimbles and pins.
I've got fabrics reclaimed and fashions waiting to be remade.
So much stuff can be viewed with potential. I tend to have a repeated dialogue with myself that goes something like this:
"That's been sitting around for ages, I should throw it out"
"Oh but I could do something with it, turn it into something else"
"I'm never going to have the time, It's just going to be taking up space, I should just chuck it"
"But I could use it. I'll find the time, It'll be great"
"OK then, I'll just put it in here until I'm ready to do something with it".
I now have recycled kitchen cupboards full of the stuff. It took me a whole day to sort it all out and locate it from various hiding spots throughout the house. Then just when I thought I'd finished I found another 3 bags full!
I even have a dedicated collection of wool, complete with knitting needles and crochet hooks.
Will I ever accept that I can't knit, or will I always have the crafty enthusiasm that tells me that I can do anything...
so long as I find the time?