Like lots of folks, I have hobbies, passions, and a few not so secret obsessions. I've always liked working with my hands, so crafting and creating things has been a big part of my life. My Grandmother, a huge influence in my life, taught me embroidery when I was very young (I also followed her around her garden and plants, helped with harvesting and preparing vegetables, and learned to make patchwork quilts with her guidance.). I learned to sew as a teenager. Macramé, crochet, spinning and weaving, and eventually sculptural bead work caught my attention and were added to my repertoire as the years went by. It was a progression, or maybe evolution, it seems, from one discipline's mastery to the next.
Or maybe I just could never make up my mind. I loved each and every one of these pastimes with fervor and continued to dabble in most even as I progressed to the next. These things I've mentioned are just the tip of the ever enlarging iceberg that's been my life. From homesteading, raising crops and livestock, herb gardening, canning and preserving, building barns and putting up fences, and so forth, to crafting, collecting, altering and repurposing; I've seldom been bored and never been without an outlet for creativity. The problem is usually that I have too many interests, and no hope of narrowing them down. My heart actually cringes at the thought of having to choose among my many creative loves. Yes, it makes me flighty and inclined to pursue too many projects, leaves my life confused and undirected. In my more optimistic moments, I like to think of myself as a Renaissance Woman. I'll never be pegged as narrow or dreary; my life will never be tedious or uninteresting. During my less optimistic interludes, I just think that I'm a mess. After more than fifty years of life, I should have decided what I want to do when I grow up.
This blog, for instance-- I've started it and now I have no idea where it might be going. After one post, I've been busy and distracted, unable to start developing what ideas I do have. At any rate, I hope that this endeavor also will progress, evolve into just what it is supposed to be. Life's like that sometimes. You get this itch, this overwhelming tug in a direction, and then you either give into it or end up agonizing about what you should have done. That inner voice which has always guided my life says go here, so here I go.
|A peek at my basement workspace in previous house.|
|My new studio. There's still room for a large work table. Still rearranging!|
|Buttons and Lace, and a really cool metal box found at a yard sale.|
Since a number of my friends and family are now Pinning also, I've observed that Pinterest is also another way of getting to know people. What we choose to Pin says a lot about us-- our interests, our dreams, what we like and even our moods. So yes, I've got a new addiction, but I think it's one that I can indulge for now. Maybe I should work on some of the others-- or maybe not. I think I'll just keep waiting to find out what I want to be when I grow up.